illegitimate birth for another teenage mother. procedures for reversal had yet to be discovered. a little refugee girl names God the father. no psychiatric wards to keep her undercover.
This one's for you friend if you like the moon,. good tunes and old cartoons.. All good for you.. And even after a night at the bar,. you watch the stinging stars,.
In a dream I was. on a Pony ride with you. You confessed your love. as the lovely night turned blue. . Hey baby, I la-laa-la-love you too. Hey baby, Ooh honey, hey sugar.
She's leaving me now. "I'm gonna let you go". Oh yeah. Staring me down. "I'm gonna let you go", she says. . She's fading me out. I thought we were meant to be. Oh yeah.
Living a life. Without any future. Just unending appetite. For petty amusement. . And you with your woes. You've food on the table. You've cash in your pocket.
Hey there, Mr. Personality. Was everybody wrong to think. That you would have. The world on it's knees. . Or perhaps we were too blind to see. That all your grace would fall to entropy.
You're semi-macho till the sun goes down. Just like the Wolfman you want to stay around. The pressure builds with every drop off the chart you take. You'd like to stop but you've only just started to make it.
You got to hide your soul away. Put it in the woods save it for the grave. You can't expose yourself that way. Put it under lock, lock it from the pain.
i would try it - no i talk shit. i just might like it - if it kicks. . if it kicks - and it's no trick. i'd really like it - at least a bit. . push me down.
Thirty years of walking a beat down and dirty from all that he's seen. protect and serve then turn in your gun now your serving days are done.. . There goes the peacemaker.
Take me to your river, baby, take me to your sea. Purify my soul an' pour your ocean over me. Lead me to your chamber where you sleep at night. Scratch your name across my back, make me feel alright.
Slut kiss girls won't you promise her smack. Is she pretty on the inside. Is she pretty from the back. Slut kiss girl won't you water her rack. Is she pretty on the inside.
He shakes his death rattle. Spittle on his bib. And I don't do dishes. I throw them in the crib. . I'm eating you. I'm overfed. Your milk's in my mouth.
Hey you, you're way ahead of me. You're drunk on apathy. You burned right out. Hey you, you're just a cripple now. They sell for millions now. They sold you out.
Tear the petals off of you. And make you tell the truth. . All the darling buds of may. They fall with no sound. They carry you down. They carry you down.
You just lay down slowly, swiftly, crushing nothing. Catching maybes, maybe I'll try. And she was born out west to feel. The sun, the air, her dreams, the perfect sky.
Tell me this, could it be suddenly,. I'm not like I once used to be,. and I was all that I had,. which wasn't all much in the end. and this head, this heart,.
She lives alone on her private archipelago. With the palm trees and her seashells. . She sits in the waves all day. She's scared of dying and she wants to keep it that way.
I'm sorry, I can't help, you've got to pick yourself up. And I promise, I will stay, you've got to pick yourself up, hey. . Well I know that everyday is like a new beginning again.