Another fairytale about these endless feelings. And when it's heating up, I think, I'm stuck forever. I try to lose some weight, I try to get in shape.
Hey, what the hell do you want me to do?. Hey, does it look like I'm static to you?. Well, you might look twice 'cause I'm moving. . Okay, you see that I can walk which is good.
Every morning, it's a new surprise. Don't know who I am before I roll the dice. The options is the only thing that I decide. . You see, I live for the moment know.
the came from the east,. they brought horses to our cultivated lands,. the gave power to our have-nots.. they took our culture,. they brought new customs to our burial grounds,.
Welcome down to Ruby Lane. Take your pick, sir, we're all the same. The sky is my one direction. The earth is my bed. . Welcome down to Ruby Lane. Save your soul, man, for life's a game.
Rocket collecting dust. Hidden from all memory. Bathed in outrage and rust. Waiting for you and me. To own it. Watch you as you douse the ceiling. Light up all the evil dreams.
hold.... this morning to you. all night i flew. here i go.... open the floor. . open the mirrored sky. catch these feelings falling by. clean your mouth out.
How can I be telling you my thoughts, my love. When even I don't know what I'm thinking?. How can I explain the way your eyes. Burn into my mind, my love?.
Breathe me like you breathe air. Drink me and do it once again. Consume me you're my sweet anarchy. And taste me with your deadly kiss. . Come on baby wrap around my waist.
Eighteen years in a traveling band. Seen a lot of one night stands. And still I found myself so very much alone. . And it took those years to find myself.
Royal oil, come on, bubble and boil. Stab like dagger, will make you stagger on a hot tin foil. Mind your mind or it will surely spoil. Then you sleep down in the soil.
My father once told this to me. Boston's gritty history. Another ruthless battle. In a useless holy war. . Handed down discrepancies. And tensions that'll never ease.
Well he was fueled by a lack. Drew inspiration from a need. So many problems to crack. And mouths to feed. . Crooked it was the path. And brazen was the walk.
she's rising. and i'm sinking. i'm losing sleep. she's resting. sound in bed with such variety. i'm driving. and she's finding. that she'll survive. when i'm long gone.