sometimes being inside just gives me the creeps. so i jump in my boots & get right oot on the streets. with the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city.
Pray to this holy idol. One holy Bible, one holy God. All you must to do is follow. Heaven shall be your reward. All you've got to do is follow. One holy idol, one holy God.
Heartbeat, way down on Cove Street;. Playing to lady luck, awaiting that tender touch. Fantasy, is the trick of the dance you see;. Hiding the need for love, and wanting you close to me.
ONE OF THOSE DAYS. Well i think you know the feeling trying to get out of bedgot a bottle beside me six aspirins in my headWell it's been like this ever since last thursday nightSeven days gone by and nothing went right.
I'm waiting here. Where it's not allowed. You ought to come. And make your mama proud. I'm standing here. Because I'm not afraid. I'll push you aside.
I won't forget that smile I saw on her every day. As I recollect my world stopped turning and then I prayed. God wanted me to know. He just took her home.
She doesn't have a prayer. And I'm no worse for wear. I close my eyes, gentle, slow. There's no way out, there's no place to go. . Spinnin in circles, waitin for the chance to come.
I'm waitin' for your baby on an hot summer night. I was so hot for ya, you were nowhere in sight. You thought I was foolin' so your heart took a flight.
She's got the looks from picture books. Well, just a smile that's all it took. I wanna know why you do this. What you do to me, yeah. . She's got the walk to make you sing.
Den Kragen hoch, in die U-Bahn durch den Park. Wo Penner saufen, haste mal _ne Mark. Ein Bier im stehen, bricht die Nacht herein. Junx sterben lautlos, am Bahnhof Polizei.
(TWIN GUITARS SOLO INTRO). livin' outside the law. life don't matter at all. better get a gun, start packin' it around. before some policeman shoots you down.....
Sitting back of your mama's house. Passes on the lumber. Playin' like cat and country mouse. Doctors and nurses in a teenage summer. Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh.
With nothing... I am left with nothing.. Since you stole freedom from the birds. You shall see that misery was meant for men.. . There I stood one weary morning in the haze.
You are not an open book. I can't do nothing 'bout that. But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn. What am I doing up at the witching hour?. . Oh-o-oh-o. Oh-o-oh-o.
yeah alright mmh yeah. sit back, relax. look at everything through your magnifying-glass. . yeah alright mmh yeah. lay low, don`t go. show me everything that i don`t know.
how fast can you undress on tv. you think you do it for me. when you get ugly on tv. you think you do it for me. but. once would be grand. once would be splendid.
Got these many eyes to see with. And so many ways to be. Many small words to get lost in. And I think it's quite surpising. That you can hear me when I speak.
we are only visitors. we are here to go. tracing out new paths. along the old maps. into a new direction. go for walks in the rain. and come back pleased.
I saw Abbie Hoffmans ghost in the distance. We got Saul Williams keeping up the resistance. And punk rock and blues music keep dying. We keep buying. .
Er is verrekte veel te zeggen,. en te liegen nog veel meer.. Heel veel bagger bloot te leggen, al doet het graven nog zo'n zeer.. Ik ben een eikel, maar ik leer..