Holy Macaroni and the Stutter Jive King. Used to run Chicago doing the gangster thing. They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants.
Tonight I'm going. To New York city. The place I'll call my home. And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty. Where I won't feel so alone. And I will build it up right from the ground.
Baby!. You don't wanna make me cry. or I will fill you with the emptiness inside.. . Okay! Alright!. . Baby!. You don't wanna say goodbye. or I will soak you in this rich formaldehyde..
I wanna rob you of your game face. So I can cower beneath your words. 'Cause I'm a freak from the same place. Let suicide make a meal for birds. . Into your heart, I've got the dagger.
There are babies with guns beheading their friends. In shopping malls around the world. Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs about girls.
In my dreams we fly away from all the palm trees of this place and the smell of its decay. I can taste the clouds and my wings can carry me to your window.
Last night I woke up in the evening. Just as the sun began to fall.. Resolved to stroll down the street to your house. Just to show that I've got balls..
Woke up this morning and the sun refused to shine. Looked everywhere tryin' to find that gal of mine. I just found an ice cold pillow. Layin' by me side.
Your lookin' lonely and only the lonely would know. You're thinking far from here would be an ideal place you could go. But the stars on the water, dancin' from the sky.
I saw a black man with a bible and a sparkler in his hand. He was holding a tent revival and running a firework stand. He said, "The end of the world is coming, so you better get on your knees.
You come into this world, your daddy's girl. And your mama's little baby. Was a time I could see nothing left for me. 'Til you got me thinking maybe. .
l was smokin joints, poppin pills. and now l'm feelin ill. oh, me heart is livin in, the 60's still. . lyrics:. l took off my clothes, in the odeon. just to watch the woodstock film.
I've tried going to discos. Throwin' shapes on the floor. Nuthin' ever happens. I don't go any more. Girls never know. What I'm talkin' about. So I think I'll just take.
So far from home. My cry of pain. Won't ease my longing heart. I miss you mam. I miss you dad. I'm falling apart. Now when I look out my window. Through a winter's evening rain.
It might be raining and it might be cold,. and the bishops gone and left the fold,. oh we're standing proud and we're walking tall,. we got michael d rocking in the dail for us.
You might see me in the paper. Or hear me on the radio. And you'll probably imagine. That I've forgotten you. Long long ago. Well I couldn't if i tried.
I was smokin' joints, poppin' pills. And now I'm feelin' ill. OH me heart is livin' in. The sixties still. . I took off me clothes in the Odeon. Just to watch the Woodstock film.
The streets were black with people twas the finest day so far. All watching for the creatures. On their way to Noah's arc. She came hoppin' she came dancin'.
Could you tell me the next time that you're choking?. I'll run right over to shove some dirt right down your throat. It's nothing I have against you, you're just a creep.
I'm all out of time. Guess no one gets out alive. Tomorrow had died. . Watching a swaying tide. The moonlight in the morning sun sends shivers over my skin.