Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding. The idea was simple for a decent overloading. And for a multiple flash with no chords attached.
In a crucifixation ecstasy. Lying cross chequed in agony. Stigmata bleed continuously. Holes in head, hands, feet and weep for me. . Stigmata, oh, you sordid sight.
[Incomprehensible]. St. Vitus dance. . Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding. The idea was simple for a decent overloading. And for a multiple flash with no chords attached.
Tonight I could be with you. Or waiting in the wings. Lift your heart with soaring song. Cut down the puppet strings. Cut down the puppet strings. . I wear a coat of drums.
Tonight I could be with you. Or waiting in the wings. Lift your heart with soaring song. Cut down the puppet strings. Cut down the puppet strings. . I wear a coat of drums.
Small talk stinks. Small talk stinks. Small talk stinks. See the young man in his new gown. Small talk stinks. Talking up to his bouffant drag. Something that he's never had.
Her gaze hit the side of mine, so I opened it out. To destroy what you thought was difference. So I lied to you once again, so I painted over you once again.
Following the silent hedges. Needing some other kind of madness. Looking into purple eyes. Sadness at the corners. Works of art with a minimum of steel.
Learning lines in the rain. Special effects by lunatic and drinks. The graveyard scene. The golden years. . She's in parties. It's in the can. She's in parties.
Scope. Scope. Scope. Scope. . Electroscope. Scope. Galvanoscope. Scope. . Hydroscope. Scope. Polemoscope. Scope. . Telescope. Scope. Microscope. Scope.
You're entering a pearl corridor. Ending on your crimson spot. E become unconscious, saved. . And just pursuing spirograph. With the zahra universes. Hung in middle space.
Sinister echoes clutching at straws. Letter boxes screaming. You try to pin him to the wall. You end up on the ceiling. . Locked in a dome. The shadows flicker by.
We were rippin' up. We were rockin' up. Roll it over and lay it down. We were shakin' up. We were breakin' up. We were rockin' to the shang-a-lang sound of the music.
S A T U R D A Y night. S A T U R D A Y night. S A T U R D A Y night. S A T U R D A Y night. . Gonna keep on dancin' to the rock and roll. On Saturday night, Saturday night.
Welcome to an empty fortress. A mighty wreck that once was proud. Ate alive by oxidation. Abandoned by a crew of cowards. Navigation systems failed. Computers crashed and they all fall down.
I'm letting my thoughts flow. Thinking of people. Thinking of places. That I have seen. My live is changing. Everyday. But nevertheless. It's still the same.
Little girl pretty face. Keeps her smile up in a case. She knows all the bars all the cars. She's known in every place. And her eyes shine so bright. She likes floating through the night.
she turns water into wine. she's mine. she turns rocks into something fine. she's mine. what can I do?. she makes you have a real cool time. she's mine.
and the city is dark and full of tears. and the time it had ovecome the years. and the boys and the girls. they are still doing their cheers. you pretend that you're doing fine on the line.