My heart is a flower,. Budding, blooming, dripping dew,. Dropping petals all over the place,. Making a big hopeless mess,. Stinking things up,. Waiting for someone to come over and suck the pollen out of me,.
Muffy, She's an American orignal. Muffy, Is she vegtable or mineral?. Muffy, She lets it all hang out.. . Muffy, She lets it all hang out.. . Muffy, funny and freckly.
Mr. Johnson lives on the corner of our street. And he laughs at our bell-bottom trousers and our bare feet. And he calls us long-haired faggots as we walk by.
Bassinets, clarinets, proletarian chariots. Polyunsaturated cinemaplexi-glass cathedrals. Anxious daffodils falling off the window sill. But better still a sleeping pill L-tryptophan's illegal.
This ones called Martin Scorsese. . He makes the best fuckin' films. He makes the best fuckin' films. If I ever meet him. I'm gonna grab his fuckin' neck and just shake him.
Grayer than the widest overcast skies, these are Margaret's eyes. Grayer than the cigarette falling on the sofa, these are Margaret's eyes. Margaret has the grayest eyes I've ever seen.
Don't Get It Twisted....Its Benny Grawlix. . [Hook]. Rands Money,Cash Moola. (Haaaaah). Rands Money,Cash Moola. (Hoooooah). Rands Money,Cash Moola. (Haaaaah).
When it crashes down and the water is too muddy to see. Aint no angel called to put a .... under me. When your head comes up and you finally got a chance to breath.
I'm scared to break it down and start from nothing. tried selling out cuz I wanna be something. . I'm on top of the world and I don't know it yet. . I changed my mind, changed my heart, changed my life for you.
So many things I'm imagining, even though nothing's happening.. It takes me places I've never been without even touching me.. The way you move your body, babe,.
Oh, You gotta move on now. I can see, I can feel, The tears in your eyes. The tears that you cry, you gotta move on now. Let me wipe those tears from your eyes.
Tonight would be. The last night that we had our tea. That bloody tea. Which sent us into ecstasy. . Yesterday mother complained. Feelin' dizzy, all in pain.
In the dark she was so beautiful and white. Abigail was glowing like a diamond in the night. [J:] "I love you Miriam. . ...Oh my God... my stomach. ... That hurts... there it is again... oh what pain.
(Music and lyrics by King Diamond). In the moonlight. I see children searching for their souls. In the moonlight, can you hear them howling on the wind.
You could see the fire burn, you could see the colours turn. From black to no return. The night began to cry, rain from the sky. As the mansion died. .
My feelings are burning with fear. I know someones in here, I just cant see. . I silently follow the sound. Little footsteps are moving in the hall. With the candle still in my hand.
Curtains of back were inside the room. Shutting out the light, the light that always hurt his eyes. There was nothing bright in this entire mansion... no, no.
FOREWORD: You cannot make Puppets out of dead people's bodies, and then bring them to life for real. Even if you could, DON'T TRY!!! The following story is mostly written from the nightmares of a sick child. A sick child, who still can't find the Light. Me.].
Yesterday as I finished the last of the seven graves. I went to call McKenzie. I woke him up in the middle of the night. You should have heard me, surprise.
Un, deux, trois, cha cha cha. . Piripipon, que rico son, Piripipon, oh yeah. . Oye nina bella ponte a gozar. Oye nina bella baila el cha cha cha. Listen to me babe, listen to my song.