Is it right what they said?. I'd be better of dead, if it's true. do you think its ok?. or does it break all your precious rules. I've got no reason to worry or to suffer.
Yesterday I found something in my room. It was a G.I. Joe comic book that I had. And suddenly a feeling overcame my gloom. And I realized how things were back in the past.
I hauled my ass to hell and gone. put the boots to the dawn. The sky was empty and the stars were bright. But it snowed like December on a summer night.
I had a dream last night about the distant past I've lived of my. friends and family I've lived with through the years of my deceased. relatives God it seemed so clear sleep is the place I love to hide.
Saw you on the corner yesterday and it was bad. Everything you stood for made me irritated and sad. Nothing that I could say to you would turn you around.
Lookin back on yesterday. Saw you quite unhappy. Maybe I could grant you this. Let me ask you one good question. Whatcha gonna do when the roof comes crashin down on you.
I wish I could say how I feel for you just one last time I. wish I could hear the beautiful sound of your heartbeet. next to mine but that's a dream that I'll always hold dear.
Camera man, he drives his mini van. Shootin tapes for MTV. Crappy bands are still in high demand. From the music industry. Take your pick. Self righteous little dicks.
...the wind blows through my hair. the sun hasn't risen above this field yet. the eye of the moon stares at my face. the fear left me long ago. the army is sleeping:.
Bet you didn't think I heard you. You're always talking all the damn time. About the things you had to go through. I tuned you out drinking my cheap wine.
Break through these scars,. I'm holding on to past desperation. Stepping towards the only door I seem to see,. that light is coming out of. Walk through, there's more to this on the other side.
Watcha drinking?. Rum or whiskey?. Now won'tcha have a. Double with me?. . I'm sorry I'm a little late. I got your message by the way. I'm calling in sick today.
Paroles: David Lagueux, Michel Lambert. Musique: David Lagueux. (Bernatchez). L'temps des Fetes chez nous. C'pas bien complique. On est toute une gang.
I can love you, I can hate you. But I got to let you go. Find a new direction. I can love you, I can hate you. And I got to let you know. You won't turn your head when you go.
Can't you see all the filth. That we allow to come into our lives. Don't you know how it kills. It makes it's way and cuts us down to size. . No, no compromise.
Coming around with a pain in my head. Wondering what I have done. Nobody sees me nobody cares. Don't have to bother to run. . Searching my head for figures and facts.
Was not, was not, was not in the mood. Fifty nine times the pleasure, nothing new. Lost all of my curiosity. Numbness is slowly infiltrating me. . It's been a long deceptive day.
Can't believe what I said 'cause I know. That we will last for a long, long time. You heard what I said and maybe now. It's time to slow things down. .
Can't believe what I said 'cause I know. That we will last for a long, long time. You heard what I said and maybe now. It's time to slow things down. .