Here's a story that must be told. It's kinda' new, not very old. About a female martian with a wild grin. Big orange eyes and green skin. Blue was her hair.
Hey big fella. I see you're outta jail. You got a brand new hat. You're walking big. You're walking tall. With your brand new baseball bat. You've got your beeper.
I was born out back, behind the CHICKEN shack, I was raised in a. cardboard box. And before when I was single, I. used to hear the chicken jingle, that's how I learned the CHICKEN rock..
Tense just woke up he's hungover like a dog. says that his arms feel like Presto Logs. lan's got no pot and Dean's got no money. they wanna get stoned and I think it's funny.
Secrets of, curtains love. Blinds, a hideaway. Long hand falls, the moment slows down. And nothing moves. . Count the seconds passage. Lies concealed your hands.
Slow down a lighted road. A broken sign. States the mile. . A broken code. A simple rhyme. A smile. . A fallen line. A simple song. Set the time. . Empty stage.
These words failed. The smile that lit the room. In the corner by the lamp. But instead he saw. By pale yellow light. And the tv lit the floor. These words I could have said.
Fall down, marigold. Fall sounds of rain, why can't I go?. Why can't I go?. . These days when spokes wound. Baseball cards tear hear them roar. And faster still those boards which let fly souls.
Got a little me, livin' deep inside of me. Of twenty years of livin' with my family in poverty. The fail of tears and the pain and the fear. I can't get cured, I'm failed by economy.
Herr god, herr lucifer. Out of the ashes I rise. The end of my century's sundown. Burnt into my eyes. . Backward thinking didn't get me. Where I am today.
Herr God, herr Lucifer. Out of the ashes I rise. The end of my century's sundown. Burnt into my eyes. . Backward thinking didn't get me. Where I am today.
Give it up. And make my dreams come true. . Shoot me like a gun. Beat me like a slave. Stone me like the Lord. And send me to my grave. . Give it up. And make my dreams come true.
mama, mama filipina. i never meant to give you up. i had to move to america. mama, mama filipina. i never meant to give you up. i had to move to america.
Sometimes i feel. That i'm all alone. And i wonder what i'd do. If i couldn't turn for you. You are all my life. And more. Take this love i give. Oh marie jolie.
Mucus shifters throat menders, suck up social members. Have you realized the patience given not given back?. Working, ready made fix it quick, years of little gain.
bite wants to sink into trouble. in the dumb-side of your heart. like a fiend reaching for you. it's just inches from your war. run to live under mirrors.