It's six O'clock, good morning sounds are everywhere. The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair. I hurry through my life never stopping to see.
Written by john curulewski. Lead vocals by john curulewski. . Don't sit on the plexiglas toilet. Said the momma to her son. Wipe the butt clean with the paper.
And then she holds my hand, mm. And then I understand. mm. Her eyes afire with one desire. Then a heavenly kiss. Could I resist?. And then she dims the light, mm.
Lakho Hazaro chahare. Raste me khade bhooke. Naseeb me kya likha hay. Kiskee nazar lagee hay. Pehechano unke akho ko. Lalaj ke do neeshane. Nafarat se lade hay.
Took me everything I had. To give all that I could. Walk beside me while I sleep. Steer me from the slumber wolf. . Tangled forest of the mind. Speaks to me of self-despise.
I've been walking miles forever. Through these footprints of my life. When I offered you my sadness. You took home with delight. . Eat my heart when you are hungry.
(Lyrics by M. Aukerman, Music by T. Lombardo). Don't you think it's time I let you know. Don't you think I should before you go. I'm not gonna let you get away.
Parents, why won't they shut up?. Parent's they're so fucked up.. They treat me like a tool. They take me for a fool. Parents.... They're so fucking dense.
It's not the end of the world. Since your baby left you. It's gonna be okay. You don't need her anyway. . You're looking around for someone to love. So you don't have to face the world alone.
Here to sing our words and song. Finger chimes and wonder and losing nothing. . Nothing, nothing, nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Saw the candy turn to corn. Well, it's like the morning's born. And I'll try to like horses. And I'll try to like horses. Now I'm there, you didn't know.
Wake and pray, work all day. Walk past the places I used to lay. Now I'm paying my way, I'm paying my way. Some days are hard, some days are long. Some days I'm weak, some days I'm strong.
Schizophrenic nightmares sending shivers down my spine. I may be a little twisted,. But I swear that my life is fine. . [Chorus]. I'm living with a perfect stranger, is there anybody home?.
It's Friday night and the street's filled with freaks,. come watch as the useless flock to the beat. Of the techno noise that enhances their high,. a bombs gonna blow and I think you know why!.
Looking on a past where we still had a chance. We were pawns in a game that we could not win. Now we're alone just a pick an' stone. We're dreaming of a future where our ship comes in.
Peg o' my heart. I'll love you don't let us part. I love you I always knew it would be you. Since I heard your lilting laughter. . It's your Irish heart I'm after.
Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day. Walking with my family, stopping on the way. To read the epitaphs and wonder at the graves. Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day.
of all the virtues known to man. patience is one i understand. it's in the coming through the coming through. where it pays off in the end. . we've all been distracted by the unreal.
Here's the story of a poor loser. From the wrong side of the street. Yes, he's a born loser. It's the world he's trying to beat. And though he once tried to cross over.