Started out late. In my dirty plaid coat. Watched my heel. Lift the dead satin dress. From the ground. One day I touched it with my hands. And it scattered like scared birds.
Spent my whole paycheck. On the goddamn rent. And much more I can piss and moan about. Gonna piss and moan right outta here. . Spent the whole damn day.
A pinetar rampart in that there front yard. I got ripe in a way. You see that's mine out there in one goddamn night. Half eaten half eaten. I got ripe I got ripe in a way.
My poor uncle jimmy turk. He got his house full of water and dirt. In that flood of '94 pine island bayou. Came thru his door. In that flood of '94. That devil rain began t'poor.
If you want to make some pickles. Take your time make some brine. Put all those little things you love. In vinegar and wine. It ain't Chinese algebra.
Had some mojo I don't know. Bit her hand and charged. Wipe her life source from my chin. And my red guileful grin. That belies all the fire that flies.
Tiny pieces come to me every day. Still I wait. Things are falling into place. But so much time goes to waste. . I stretch and shift. These parts won't fit.
I've never been so happy. Baby with you I'm happy. Maybe we will be together, la la la. . I've never been so happy. Maybe with you I'm happy. Maybe we should live together, la la la.
Pussywillows cattails soft wind and roses. Rain pools in the woodland water to my knees. Shivering, quivering the warm breath of spring. Pussywillows cattails, soft winds and roses.
Who are these ones who would lead us now. To the sound of a thousand guns. Storm the gates of hell itself. To the tune of a single drum. . Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars.
Turn around go back down, back the way you came. Can't you see that flash of fire ten times brighter than the day. And behold the mighty city broken in the dust again.
Poor little Allison standing in the night wind. Laughing out loud turning her face to the summer rain. . Poor little Allison never had much going. Hard to forget, always in step with the world she's in.
The dead leaves of Autumn that cling so desperately. Must fly before the cold October winds. Their simple lives is ended. Must they be born to die again.
The train pulled into Paris like a rocket to the moon. The stations like a circus, every face is a cartoon. Everybodys stoned on pride and drunk on cheap champagne.
Your fear can no longer hide. Feel the wrath. Of darkness tonight. Angels of death arise. The eternal powers. Of darkness unite. The powers of darkness unite us.
Tsov achqery qo stipel en im. Qaracats srtin artnanal krkin,. Du pokhel es kyanqy im qo mi jpitov. Heghheghel es hogin im tsov sirov.. . Sirty im halvum e,mashvum karotic,.
Call me a dreamer. My dream is sharp like a knife. I wanna look to the future. I wanna see you alive. Live in a TV. They say you've nothing to lose. They're never short for a promise.
Thousand years of hate, like a hand that's choking you. Forgotten how to breathe, killed a thousand men. Died a thousand deaths in your sweet dreams. In your sweet dreams.
The sense of fear on which you feed. When the people can believe. The things they read. Wee been brought up to feel left out. Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt.