I got different debates, my eyes don't survive. I'm living with the loss and we're livin' in denial. Good thing you question who's gonna carry on. There's no one to make then there's no one who can play along.
Popped the door of the hinges of his closet. Black curtained doorway and into the death room. Took out the ceiling and climbed into the attic. Tied the ropes to the rafter and he snapped into his doom.
Well, you finally find your helpless mind,. Is trapped inside your skin.. You want to leave,. But you believe you won't get back again.. . You only know ,.
Get kicked out for coming home at dawn,. Mom and Dad cursed the day you were born,. Throw your clothes into a duffle bag. shoutin' as ya slam the door home is a drag.
Song lyrics. Rainy day mushroom pillow. Colors green, brown, and yellow,. Wonder if they'll turn black ever. Comtemplating one together. . Poisoned dreams,.
Rude boys outta jail!. Rude boys outta jail!. Rude boys out on bail!. Rude boys outta jail!. . They mess around in every town. But now they've learned the rules.
Rude boy's outta jail. Rude boy's outta jail. Rude boy's out on bail. Rude boy's outta jail. . They mess around in every town. But now they've learned the rules.
Redneck freakshow.. . Ball slide, blue light,. Stumble into day light,. Pass out, in no time,. And do it again.. Hell yeah. Hell yeah.. Hell yeah. Hell yeah..
Well I've led an evil life, so they say. But I'll hide from the devil on judgement day, I said. Move, hot-rod, move man. Move, hot-rod, move man. Move hot-rod, move me on down the the line, oh yeah.
I'm a road runner, honey. . Well I'm a road runner, honey. I bet you can't keep up with me. Well I'm a road runner, man. I bet you can't keep up with me.
Well I'm the same old girl that I used to be. I haven't changed at all. Got the same old walk, the same old talk. That would run you up the wall. I got the same old face and the same old smile and.
Seventeen a nature's queen, know what I mean. Twenty one, a long one,. And you can see the numbers run. Now you look so peaceful, lyin' there asleep. With the wings of God above you.
She never wants to hide from fire, no.... Got too much desire. She's squeezing out the best in me, but oh.... I don't want to let her go. She makes me feel a little special, yeah....
Um tanto quanto másculo. Com M maiúsculo. Vejam só os meus músculos. Que com amor cultivei. . Minha pistola é de plástico. Em formato cilíndrico. Sempre me chamam de cínico.
Here's my story, sad but true. It's about a girl that I once knew. She took my love then ran around. With every single guy in town. Ah, I should have known it from the very start.
Money, who needs it. Let me live a life free and easy. Put a toothbrush in my hand. Let me be a travelling man. I'm a roadrunner, baby. Roadrunner. Roadrunner.
I was raised by wolves (Yeah). . No cage. No chains. Untamed. Endangered. Endangered. . I hunt. I pray. Won't break. Follow my instinct. All of my instincts.
Put your arms around me now. And try your best to squeeze me. Love me baby - you know how. Yes, a-rock me my baby. Well, rock a-like a hickory-dock, dickory-dock.
Saw you standing at mcarthur station. Saw you talking to your new boyfriend. But you know my reaction has nothing to do with you. . You know it's not my problem if you're not over me.
To the wind she stood as her hair blew back. Testing the waters on a one way track. Through the dusk of a High Sierra Storybook. From an East Bay cradle, not to mention cool.