Standin' on the corner of. Stuart and the Avenue. Rippin' up my transfer. And a photograph of you. You're a blur on my dead past and rottin' existence.
I'm not part of your elite, I'm just alright. Class structures waving colors, bleeding from my throat. Not subservient to you, I'm just alright. Down classed by the powers that be, give me loss of hope.
Looking at the clouds in the sky. Floating image in my mind. Land of beauty and land of peace. Now I wonder where this place is from. . The evidence is everywhere.
I lost my way, oh baby, this stray heart. Went to another, can you recover, baby?. Oh, you're the only one that I'm dreamin' of. Your precious heart was torn apart by me and you.
Well I ain't got much time so I'll get to the point. Do you wanna share a ride and get the fuck out of this joint?. I've got an impulse so repulsive that it burns.
Uncomfortable silence. I'll kill it if you want me to. I'm like ultra-violence. I'll kill it if you want me to. Out of sight, out of mind. I'm not the hurting kind.
I'm going in to a state of shock. I can twist, I can hardly walk. And I'm holding on for life. Should I be concerned?. . My eyes are rolling in the back of my head.
Well, I ain't got much time so I'll get to the point. Do you wanna share a ride and get the fuck out of this joint?. I've got an impulse so repulsive that it burns.
Sing us a song of the century. It's louder than bombs and eternity. The era of static and contraband. . Leading us into the promised land. Tell us a story that's by candlelight.
St. Jimmy is coming down across the alleyway. Up on the boulevard, like a zip gun on parade. Lights of a silhouette, he's insubordinate. Coming at you on the count of one, two.
[Originally by The Isley Brothers]. . Well, you know you make me wanna. (Shout) Throw my hand up. (Shout) Kick my heels back. (Shout) Throw my head back.
Why can't you just admit it, you've had it, you're. sick of me. You're fed up with all my bad habits, you're. sick of me. To your lies you've become so desensitized.
She's a rebel, she's a saint. She's salt of the earth and she's dangerous. She's a rebel, vigilante. Missing link on the brink of destruction. . From Chicago to Toronto.
Shoplifter, you'll never learn. When you commit the crime. Shoplifter, you're getting burned. And now you gotta do the time. . It's a 1, 2, 3 on the felony.
All my life trouble follows me like a mystery girl. And I've been chasing down a memory like a mystery girl. I've been getting lost searching my soul all around this town.
She. She screams in silence.. A sulley roit penetrating through her mind.. Waiting for a sign to smash the silence with the brick of self control.. . Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?.
Well, I crossed the river. Fell into the sea. Where the non-believers. Go beyond belief. . Then I scratched the surface. In the mouth of Hell. Running out of service.
Maybe I'll see you tonight. Maybe I'll see you tonight. . .... Wherever the night takes you. . Maybe you'll see me too. .... . The colder it gets, you won't see me anymore.
I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor. Reminds me of the times we shared. Makes me wish that you were here. Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life.
You come around every now and then. Your clothes are different,. but you're still the same. Why else would you come here?. Scumbag on a mission. . You're telling me it's been a while.