When will this be done. Well, it won't be my son. . We all did it, so do it. . Someday, someday. And no one said this would be fun. She will show me, she will show me.
Mi hijo,. I know she make you psycho. Add to that, my son,. We all believe - she's freaky freaky. . Out of the mouth of a child:. . (Chorus). I am alive.
She won't take no for an answer. And I feel obliged. To at least waste some time. . And I've got nothing to gain by it. And we all may shackle together by this.
Who am I to say what I believe. Is the way things should be?. What am I to think what I've got. Is what everyone wants?. . So what makes you so perfect, man?.
I've been down this road before. Had it all but I still want more. I've got the devil knockin at my door. I'm rich but I still feel poor. . I've been trying all my life.
Compliments and condiments added to the rest.. The sense of taste.. Delicious.. Only on request.. . Say goodbye.. Sayonara, sugar.. If you're so hot to go, well, hit the road..
Surrender my love to you?. Oh no, I won't surrender. Surrender my love to you?. Oh no, I won't. . Before I surrender my love to you. I'd rather lie down in the street.
Listen while I tell of a secret life. Clandestine lives entwined like vines. You may already know where when and how. If I tell you then, it's no secret now.
"School For Scandal". . There's a new generation of analysts who rose to the top like cream. They're tearin' down the senses and building to a scream.
Speak dumb like every other one. Don't want to let you down. I'd rather let you fall apart. And so you back off. A bit less obvious. Oh you forgot I called.
Was it a broken arm or collar bone?. It depended on the week. And me with my black eye stitched from head to feet. Uncomfortably happy. All skinned knees and gapped teeth.
Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows. Cacophonous caws, bacterial ponds flap. Pavement moans. . Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. . Caustic alarmed cavernous psalms.
Walking down a country road.. Picking up a pebble and throw.. You're finally moving.. Basketball killed your sentiment.. I'll race you there and say I never went..
All the maps on the wall. Are held there with pins. to show where we've been.. A box of our memories. Are back by the door. The end of a war.. As I watch you sleep.
If there's chance to make it. Either way I'll take it to be by her side. To swim in her affection, bathe in her attention. Could she be mine?. . Can I look through into her eyes, into her disguise?.
shell dive into anything,. shes got the gold ring,. shes got the moon in her skin.. . to touch her is permanent,. salt on her satin skin,. its all ok when shes there..
I was young then. But I remember when. When I'd need to hide away. . I had a secret place I'd go. Where I could just be on my own. And I didn't feel afraid.
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole. It's so far from your weapon and the place you were born. There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole. You're so far from your weapon and you wanna go home.
Jonathan Davis:. Came to see him. for you only might find. gone take my lay. for you and I will find. Form to see my fates. I cannot ever find. Places I care for.
Well she comes from the land. Of Valencian winds. Deciduous daydream. Dressage 'round the bend. See sometimes just maybe. The mistress of when. A triptych of new touch.