Saturday what a day, what a silly little day. Time to kill, take a pill as I sit and contemplate. How I'd like to be around all the people in the town.
So this is Great Britain. And welcome aboard. A sinking ship that's full of shit. And someone nicked the oars. . With failing false economy. And anti-punk autonomy.
Out on the tarmac. There stands Scouse Jack. Megaphone and anorack. Shouting out Listen Matt. Choose Christianity, dont choose humanity. He lost sanity a long time ago.
Bloodtrails in the snow. Someones dying, that's all I know. But the fear of something loathing. Pains my heart. . I can hear the ice crack under me. My washed up mind is calling me.
Stole off under the moon.. You and I had raced to the orange grove. without so much as half a clue.. . Are you following? Are you upright?. And how can I know for sure?.
Should know enough not to get caught with your hands red,. but the color you've got has a purplish hue to it instead.. And try as I might, searching low and then high, all that I can find.
I wanna see the full moon, in the southern sky. I wanna take you back to, back to when we felt alive. And I dont know why, And I dont know how to say..
Do what you want. Cause I'll do anything and.... I'll take the blame. Baby, you're dying.. . It's yours, it's mine. Cause I'll do anything and.... I'll take the blame.
1:45. Written By Hole. Performed By Hole. Located On "Pretty On The Inside". Lyrical Copy By Kiran Parghi. (Various songs on radio). You know your a masochist bye.
So you're lying in your underwear. Oh, in someone else's bed. And the silence is so dangerous. It's a terrible sense of dread. . So I have another cigarette.
I tell you everything. And I hope that you won't tell on me. And I'd give you anything. I know that you won't tell on me. . The pee girl gets the belt.
Skinny little bitch. Staring at the mirror. in your desperation to disappear. And you would be oh so dumb to fuck with me. 'Cause baby you're much too young to end up with me.
(Unrest). You know I want you. You know I want to fuck you all the time. I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you. Yes, she is my. Yes, she is my skinhead girl.
Geeks do not have pedigrees. Or perfect punk-rock resumes. Or anorexic magazines. It smells like girl, it smells like girl. She walks over me. She walks over me.
Geeks do not have pedigrees. Or perfect punk rock resumes. Or anorexic magazines. It smells like girl, it smells like girl. . She walks over me. She walks over me.
When I look outside my window. What do I see?. And when I look outside my window. So many different people to be, yeah. . That it's strange, so strange.
We're rolling you guys. Hey...whoa...hey why are you. Whoa you why are you. Why...whoa yah. Sit back down sit back down. Sit back down Switch yah ahh so so.
Samantha, you swore. You'd never turned that trick before. Keep waiting for a war. You'll never win, you'll lose again. . Watch her wrap her legs around this world.
[L. Hoffsten]. Just like the bubbles in champagne. I got you running through my veins. Intoxicated by a strange kond of drug. got a sting from a rare little bug.
[L. Hoffsten / L. Hoffsten - L. Larson]. Many roads have eaten my shoes. on may way looking for you. I think my search has come to an end. so why not check out my menu.