its the typical ones who want out. 'cause its getting critical. and the curious running away. they are the furious ones. it's the perfect disguise. known as fear.
Welcome to a dangerous life. A dangerous ride. A dangerous kiss. Give me all of your attention. Keep up with the class. Or sink with the ship. . Uhh. But I can't put my finger on it.
Social weapons that miss. Pretend them to save. Cowards, bastards to shame. Condemned social slaves. Here to save the freaks again you think. And I bet you always will.
It's in my head everyday. A braindead revolution. Mixed up in so many ways. But it translates the same. It translates the same. Too bad you get nothing back.
She lives the glamor days. The Euro fashion phase. So set another trap some other way. 'Cause she's not biting. . And oh no, she's getting wasted again.
Walking, waiting. Alone without a care. Hoping an' hating. Things that I can't bare. Did ya think it's cool to walk right up. To take my life and fuck it up.
Spoiled one got your heart set, hoping for a brand new bike. Getting anxious just you wait and see. Mommy please, everybody's got one. I hope you like walking 'cause it's never gonna come.
Toward the end of our first year in Las Vegas,. You looked up from your little corner. And I saw that your face was getting a little brighter.. And then you asked me,.
Bang the small rocks on the big ones. Till the small ones are sharp and clean. Catch something, kill something. New blade cuts real keen. . And then the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge.
I got you. You've got whatever's left in me to get. Our conversations are like minefields. No one's found a safe way through one yet. . I spent a lot of money.
I was driving up from Tampa. When the radiator burst. I was three sheets to the wind. A civilian saw me first. And then there was the cop. And then the children standing on the corner.
On the day that Dennis Brown's lung collapsed. Spring rain was misting down on Kingston. And down at the harbor, local cops were intercepting an inbound shipment.
When the lights go down. When there are no more roads. When there is no sound. When the music stops. When you need somebody but. Nobody is there. In the dark you're hiding.
Girls boys they really love the toys. boys with girls , girls with boys. girls with girls, boys with boys. everybody love the toys. . Well come to the sex shop.
She's a cranky old critter. She's bitter, we warn ya. She lurks in a tree house. In Burbank, California. . Along with a nephew. He says spew, he's cheerful.
Can't say something if the words ain't there. What you trying to do. Money can't buy me out of trouble I'm in. I've been messing with the likes of you.
You say you want your freedom. It all gets a bit out of hand. Caught in the ocean as I'm watching you breathe. We all believe what we wanted to belive.
1, 2, 3, 4. . I sleep better with crickets singin'. Windows open and doors ain't even locked. Southern by the grace of God. . Old men sittin' in cold beer joints.
It doesn't mean much. It doesn't mean anything at all. The life I've left behind me. Is a cold room. . I've crossed the last line. From where I can't return.
Smooth stones down by the waterside. Give in to ebb and flow. Collide in blindness embrace and part. No fear of letting go. There's no fight to get ahead,.