It's over today. The heat is gone. Time is gone. F for fake. I feel no wrong. Hide no wrong. I love this place. The lights..... Under this face. So dry.....
Star a.d.. See tomorrow dreamin'. You don't need your freedom. Star a.d.. A little joke that's understood. All over the world. A little joke that's understood.
She looked at me and did the bosa nova. I smiled at her and then just walked away. then the lights came on and it was over. to my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all.
She looked at me and did the bosa nova. I smiled at her and then just walked away. Then the lights came on and it was over. To my surprise, she wasn't a girl at all.
(Words & music by B. Kaemfert - C. Singleton - E. Snyder). Blue Spanish eyes teardrops are falling from your Spanish eyes. Please please don't cry, this is just adios and not good-bye.
Something for the girl with everything. See, the writings on the wall. You bought the girl a wall. Complete with matching ball-point pen. You can breathe another day.
I'm coming Lord, I'm on my way. Worshiping at the altar of know why. Can't remember which God is my wine. Can't repent if I'm wrong; impartial. Empty rituals, trinkets and fossils.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------. (p) Faith No More. . Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;. Mike Patton: Vocals >.
I'm here alone on the telephone line. I'm right where you want me to be. And I'll wait alone and never ask why. I'll be where you want me to be. And I know....
Separate the anxiety. Separate the anxiety. Separate the anxiety. You know it's mine. . Had love come back. Like it was before. House creaking. The hinges on the door.
I've been inflicted. With this disease. I call you. No surprise. . I've been misdirected. Because I sometimes feel you. I used to be much more. I used to know you.
Six o'clock and I'll be ready. Lesson learned, my hands are steady. One more day and I'll be home. Living with regret of what I've done. . How could I waste what we have on her?.
How did we get here?. Dirty words and anger. Is it about my fears?. My stomach turns and I exhale. There goes everything. I finally said it this time.
Defensive coaches, as you write here, did you notice. the romances they don't hold us, they're a weight on my shoulders.. And distraction it favours all the things over-rated..
i made my home in georgia. after my first relapse. your broken down home come-down. and i decay no matter what ive had. . coz ive had seizures. by the seaside honey.
This mess is not to be ignored, vilified, or abhorred. So take these words for what they truly mean to me. And I may not have the same kick as some of the other spices.
Time to show some sharper teeth Time to grow a thicker skin. Time to drop the seventh veil and let some madness wander in. This is not a darker age Just the turning of the wheel.
How carelessly the bound daylight caresses. Oblivious to wandering eyes extinguished. Free me reckless with the night. Elusive scenes enkindled burst to fire.
Tell the world how i'll miss it's small atmosphere,. And wonder how it will evolve,. How it rose and it broke won't be trivial,. Stay on your feet in your hole..
If you listen close,. Make sure you ignore what they say,. Reaching the floor,. Let's make sure we hit the dirt and it flies,. Give me your eyes,. Focus on what you'll see in my space,.