I think without alcohol. I could live a pretty life. We'd walk down the farmers market street. Talking to new people that we meet. . I'd buy you your favorite corn, with mayonnaise.
I see papers and papers. Stacked up in formation. Which mean much before. They're lining in the fire. . As a bottomless heat goes. To harness your anger.
Hey, Bill Bailey, don't look now but somebody's calling you. Who, why, your lady friend, that's who. If I were you, If I were you, I'd get my little old self home.
My plain Jane never wear no lipstick or paint. You know she'll never try to be what she ain't. Come early in the morning you can hear the fella's call (woo).
Pity, pity, pity Miss Kitty. Have a little mercy on me. Well, pity, pity, pity, Miss Kitty. Wont you set my poor heart free?. You know Johnny B. Goode and Zorro, too.
There are sad things. There are bad things, the blues. When they threaten, start betting you'll lose. . You hide yourself behind a prayer. The blues'll come and they'll find you there.
Penduli pendulum. Swing around, beat the drum. In July, I'll deny. The illusion. . I'll be gone, beat the drum. There I go, here I come. And goodbye means good try.
Papa won't you let me go to town with you. Papa I'm feeling so down and blue. You just gotta come around, please do. Papa won't you let me go to town with you.
He took a rifle and killed a disciple. So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace. He'd drown a puppy a shive-shank a yuppie. Just to make the voices cease.
Music & lyrics: john popper. . I wonder if she cried. I wonder what she said. I wonder if I'll ever know. What was going through her head. Was it a shock.
Standing here with a tale to tell. I might as well tell to you. Nothing near Wagnerian. As Terminator Two. . It's an old one about a little dirt farm girl.
I wish I drank tequila. I wish I stayed up late. But lately when the sandman comes. You know I just can't wait. No lately I can't wait. . And we packed up all your boxes.
Trouble has always ever managed to find me. I do my best but in the end I usually get away. That's how it's always been. Quite comfortable in fact. And now at last you've caught me.
System made it, babe. I'm praying to the aliens. System made it, babe. Send me a dream. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. . She is dressed just in red. All the boys around her are mad.
Mit selbstgemachter Haut,. die Dir selber nicht gefllt, durch die Stadt. die kaum ehrliche dafr mehrere Vor-Hute hat. auf die Party zu den Leuten,. die Dir nichts bedeuten und trotzdem weh tun.
In dem Bett, aus dem ich herkam,. liegt es sich immer noch unbequem und einsam. bis jemand wie Du den Raum betritt. sich seinen Weg bahnt. durch den Gummipuppenfriedhof und mich anklagt.
You know, it's such a shame. That it's so hard to find. Good, honest, legal help these days. . See, the problem with my brother and me is. We're recidivists, habitual, criminal offenders.