I'd like to welcome you to my family earthquake. A good mood for God's sake. Even my father's got up. To smash his coffee cup. . Right on time, my aunt cries.
welcome to the land where chief yellow horse. used to sell his ass. while telling me that. he loves me. how far can you lose your pride. I know that it's hard to stay clean these days.
Burn a candle set a light. Keep on going against the stream. Be as mean as mean can be. As long as you're not to extreme. Read the papers watch the news.
I sit in my flat watch the late night news. 'Bout troubles with turks and troubles with Jews. Gallons of beer stream into my mouth. They've shot a prime minister somewhere down south.
Hello europe here we are, everything is easy. Let's cross the border without stop. Italian pasta mixed with fine french wine would be great. My stomach knows no state.
you should hear the warning if you read the signs. play with your own life but don't play with mine. . you're living your way, i'm living mine. may be tomorrow we will collide.
Well, it took years to climb that hill. And now we look up to the mountains. As high as you might climb there still. Something we should not forget. .
Watch somebody fall from grace. When there's nobody there to take their place. You can't help but feel alone. You left guilt in your own device. There was no one there to tell you to think twice.
Fountains and fluorescent lights, the season has come. The snowbirds have crowded the nights. The townies are tired of beaches and bars, being packed so tight.
Oh yeah. Alright. . Somebody's Heine' is crowdin' my icebox. Somebody's cold one is givin' me chills. Guess I'll just close my eyes. Oh yeah, alright, feels good inside.
I'm kinda rusted, everyone's noticed. Salty and edgy, it's not my fault. I wear a costume to make up for broken. I wear a ribbon for the problems I've solved.
Another time, another place and I'll say it to your face. I'll have you know this is my life. I'll let you know that I won't cry, I won't even waste my time.
(Steve Whiteman, Terry Miller). Your silky black hair and pearly white skin. Without a word I hear you call again. You tempt and tease me with your vampire kin.
I can't believe the news today. Oh, I can't close my eyes. And make it go away. How long.... How long must we sing this song. How long, how long.... 'cause tonight...we can be as one.
Well if it takes another look. Will you stay and watch us?. And when they ask to cover up. Another perfect accident. The mud gets on their boots. When the trouble will be made.
When there's a rub we can talk for a while. But I have sweet nothings to say. You don't need me anyway, you don't need me anyway. So why? Why should I stay?.
Well you say, "It's not goin' to work out". Ahh why do you, why do you tell me now?. Is there a difference in anything you've said and done?. Or is it just the way we've been pretending?.
You are bleak. You are beautiful. No matter what they say. . In this light. Tired childish games. Swept us all away. . Singing it out. Singing it out for all of us.
You start working with the same device. The narrative is breaking down again. You're standing down the same old asking price. The cards are drawn, the fire's getting warm.
Waltzing, daydream serenade. And preaching God and country, like lines on a telegraph. Seems like we all want to be. So very different but nothing changes.