She sleeps alone without her clothes on. While I dream of how things could have been. She doesn't want me and I don't know why. I left a message in the midnight sky.
Fee fi fo fum. Smell the blood of a gullible bum. Brain dead bored bought into the fraud. Bigger, harder, faster, more. . Trying to find some way of stopping.
Arabia, Arabia, Arabia. . 6 o'clock in the mornin'. I'm the last person in this plane still awake. Y'know, I can almost smell the blood washin' against the shores.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. You've watched me grow since I was small. So what will I regret the most. The things I do or the things I don't?. The deeper you peer into my soul.
You're floating down a tunnel in a little wooden box. You're cold and you're lonely and enveloped in fog. You've been pried open and left here to die.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. You've watched me grow since I was small. So what will I regret the most. The things I do or the things I don't?. The deeper you peer into my soul.
I like you, I think that you're pretty good. But I think that you think, that I. Well, that I'm a bit undercooked. . I'm lazy, I play silly jokes and go over the top.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you taunt me. With memories that never die. . In my solitude I'm praying. Dear Lord above.
As I sat in the back of that old taxi cab. Waitin' for the evenin' to come. On every street of this city. I heard you call my name. . You're the strangest feeling I ever had.
*******************. I followed that bead of sweat,. to the small of your back,. from the nape of your neck,. Lightin' it up, with every drag upon my cigarette..
The more I see, the less I know. About all the things I thought were wrong or right. And carved in stone. So, don't ask me about, war, religion, or God.
Oh, the rain is slowly fallin'. And my heart is so sore. Six more miles and leave my darlin'. Never to meet no more. . Six more miles to the graveyard.
Say it, say it, say it. (He can't say it). He's just an imperfect man. Trapped in an imperfect body. Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry. . Mr. Slo-Blo, Mr. Yo-Yo.
Say it, say it, say it. (He can't say it). He's just an imperfect man. Trapped in an imperfect body. Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry. . Mr. Slo-Blo, Mr. Yo-Yo.
W-w-wave upon wave. Roll upon roll. Tiny it shrinks. Then huge it blows. . Gotta be sharp. Gotta be strong. Things get w-w-weird. Before they go wrong.
W-w-wave upon wave. Roll upon roll. Tiny it shrinks. Then huge it blows. . Gotta be sharp. Gotta be strong. Things get w-w-weird. Before they go wrong.
Por Dios santos, que no vuelvo a Texas, ni por la feria, Flaco.. . Voy ya cantar estos versos, aunque yo no soy de aqui,. yo soy puro Mejicano, soy de San Luis Potosí..
Come rain or sunshine from distant storm clouds. A pink umbrella for your purple passion flower. And in these blue hours just when the moon falls down.
The movie's over, baby. You don't seem to hear a word I'm sayin'. We're hypnotized losing control of our lives. We thought we had it made. Yes, we're in dancer, baby, we promised to never be tamed.