She'll hang the baskets on the walls. Don't you know I've seen it all before. . She'll hang the baskets on the walls. But I've seen it all before, heard the slamming of the door.
Last night I said to her. I didn't want to live inside a lie. If she wants him, more than she wants me. Let this be. . She'll come back to me. She'll come back to me.
Adjectives on the typewriter. He moves his words like a prize fighter. The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell. . The man on the street might just as well be.
I've got wheels of polished steel. I've got tires that grab the road. I've got seats that selflessly hold my friends. And a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads.
I'm writing a song all about you. A true song as real as my tears. . But you've no need to fear it. 'Cause no one will hear it. Sad songs and waltzes.
I'm writing a song all about you. A true song as real as my tears. But you've no need to fear it. 'Cause no one will hear it. Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
It's undeniably lazy. What we do when you're not around. Hospitalize the crazies. Keep the maggots underground, ohh, ohh. . It was a hell of a time, it was a hell of a time.
Place your hands on me, you look sweet fifteen. (He's got a way with the gas pump). Place your hands on me, you look sweet fifteen. (He's got a way with the gas pump).
Makeup counter, non stick pads. Cat beds, hardware, coupon pads. Avocados, omelet pans. Pressure cookers, plus size pants. . Portrait studio, hot dog bar.
Hip hip hooray, 'cause that means I'm glad. Hooray. Got a rag named Pam, got a gun named Buster. Yeah, yeah. Left out last night got scared 'cause the thunder.
Ahoo. Ahoo, ooh, ooh. Fade back. Take me back. Don't break my back. Don't make me. Ahoo. Ahoo, ooh, ooh. Come back. Take me to the circus, buy me candy.
In the hour of fire, left hands grab. All that I have left is all I've planned. Because the blood that I'll use tonight. Is the blood that I know is mine.
Look at me satellites, I'm up tonight. Deeply infected we are stereo. You never know where the trail goes. I'm up for what comes,. Tomorrow we'll be walking on the moon.
This is how it all began, I can recall. This one time couldn't get enough. Life was kind of cold but you were like a fire. Flaring up, couldn't get it out.
I, I need some young blood. Come Friday night. Bring on the big flood. Like September's coming on. Summer won't be back for long. . Hey, let's start a big fire.
I told a friend 'bout the mess I was in. Made him feel good, but the problem remained. It's not easy, nothing is no more. I saw the future and I said.
You took the last train out into the night. You see the outside world, it's rushing by. There goes another town and there's no turn around. Well, the big bad city is just ahead.
I wanna smoke crack. 'Cause you're never comin' back. I wanna shoot speed balls. Bang my head against the walls. I wanna sniff glue 'cause I can't get over you.
I stop my memory. Is nothing but a gallery of sore spots. Can't you see. I care a lot but I don't wanna. hold on to the retrospective life. I don't wanna overestimate this time.
Made up an apology,. I didn't know you'd be so uptight. You know I tend to mess up. on the things that could provide a good life, maybe not. . Give me just a minute,.