Wake up and rise to live another day. Put on your gloves to fight society. Tuck in your fears and build your train of thought. Stand up for your beliefs and never stop.
There is a chill wind blowing outside. My window pane is wet with tears from the sky. And my record player answers me. A crying song for a fool like me.
(Damian Horne). come on. i cooked it. don't look, it's the chicken strips. taste so good, gonna lick your lips. it's all cooked up and on my plate. all I think about is chicken.
Chorus:. Gunshot, Gunshot, Gunshot, Gunshot, wap wap. Gunshot, Gunshot, Gunshot, Gunshot, wap wap. Gunshot, Gunshot, Gunshot, Gunshot, wap wap. Rundat, rudat, rudat, alright, now.
Your bright eyes set the spark that stokes my high,. So blink, blink that flame that breeds my butterflies.. I wont let you know, wont cause you trouble but Ill.
growing up side by side. you were always there. a listening ear. a shoulder to cry on. . now life takes us separate ways. trust in Him, He will guide your path.
red high heels. is the way i feels. got the sways and reels. going home. red high heels. and the church bells peal. cross the snowy fields. going home.
You came from around that little place and danced like a superstar you seem to be ready to go out and have some fun today. Can't think of another way to make myself a perfect play.
How many moments have passed you by. How many tears have you let dry. Over every dream that you let die. How many things have you kept inside. How many things have you never tried.
You all hate your children. They're too fat to feed. You're on medication. Taking pills to sleep. I think I'm doing just fine. Compared to what you've been doing.
Whooooa-oh. . I said that I'm runnin'. I'm runnin' free. On a track that will lead me to the valley of identity. . I said that I'm runnin'. Lord, I got to free my soul.
Feel I should apologize. is it pretentious in your eyes. to think you want to hear our band. hope you care or even understand. . And you can throw it out if there is no doubt.
Sometimes I recall nothing at all. but the patter pelt sounds of rain coming down. on the windows outside of my parents' house. when I was a boy in a rainy port town.
Chorus:. . Screw on the silencers, screw on the silencers. 'cause real bad boys movin' silence. Screw on the sliencers, screw on the silencers. 'cause real bad boys movin' silence.
i'm like a rolling rock,. perched up on the mountain top,. when, the winds from the west,. push me over, and i start to drop. . i start gaining speed,.
Listen, call me on the telephone. Sorry love, I'm not at home. I'm out on the town roamin'. Leave a message after the tone. And I'll get back to you in the mornin', oh yeah.
Break Through, Check it out.. Break Through, Check it out.. . I need a rich girl, so I can sip Champagne, spill it on her dress and she don't complain..
Check the resum - fine. we wanna do you favors. we're so divine. that you can trust all your neighbors. a riddle: if I go away. who will you trust with your good days?.
There's a red house road. And lies beyond it. Something like a chicken coup. Not sure though. I go overdose. And the ghost of my brain. Goes to your's.