I got you, once again. This time Tarralyn, come on. . Say it loud, what, what?. If you got somethin' to shout about, what, what?. Say it loud, what, what?.
I may not know. All the things that I, I should know. I don't even know. All of the places that I, I should go. . I don't know about the four winds. Where they blow or why.
Blow in the wind to old Steel Town. Blow in the wind to turn her around. Blow out the flame and dying name. This dirty town won't seem the same. Blow in the wind to old Steel Town and turn around.
Ooh, somebody's daughter. . Give me room to breathe. There are times when I feel. I could drown without water. Give me time to see. Just one dream that is mine.
Conversion, software version 7.0. Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub. Eating seeds as a pastime activity. The toxicity of our city, of our city.
Smoke this blunt. Yo, everybody grab a seat, welcome to SmokeFest '99. I'm glad you all could make it. As you can see admission was free this SmokeFest this year.
I've been fasting face to the dawn. from the desert of thoughs only prayers will cary on. I've been waiting knees in the sand. will there be time enough for me to understand?.
My heart My soul is all for you. Doing everything right by your side. With all my soul I do it solo. So long i know you will follow. Follow follow follow follow.
In the Still of the Night. I hear the wolf howl, honey. Sniffing around your door. In the Still of the night. I feel my heart beating heavy. Telling me I gotta have more.
It's getting hard to breathe.. Darkness in my head frightens me.. There's a little devil in my mouth. writing ugly words for you to shout.. The virgin soul that lived in me.
In the night I feel the cold of my loneliness. Cold that embraces my heart. Draining my strength to fight. Only to breathe this suffering. . Tell me why?.
Patience, a loaded gun is pointing at your head.. Angels, with broken bones; mutating underneath.. . I want to kill I want to take a big bite. I want to dance with the evil ugly bride.
Did you ever hear a word about poor Schapelle. She's locked away in a prison cell. She went to Bali on a holiday. Little did she know she'd be forced to stay.
What I excel in best. Is my excessiveness. Self deprecation. I hate myself sometimes. . How can I be down. When all that I want is in my reach?. What's wrong with me?.
walking past a waiting grave. burial today. shadows cast a golden grey. preparations made. so calm. yet violent winds they play. such a darkness on a bright Sunday.
With so many unknowns. The many things we've lost. It's hard to find an example. Worth defending the cost. . With so many unknowns. In our future's past.
our friendship was a long long fare half of my life. that you were there. along my side companionship so true. you'd pick me up when I was down. you took my fist without a sound.
Can someone explain to me why. Everyone's in such a hurry to say goodbye?. A rush into the finish line. With no time to spare. . I'm not a loner, I'm a miracle.
You know that I'm a fugitive that's how it is,. A funky freaked out twisted lyricistical mystical energy,. When I'm flowin' I'm flowin' to blow it up,.
It breeds a one man show mentality self serving force fed and condoned. It takes my breath away to know that no one else believes they're in control. .