The only thing that ever made sense to me. Is the words to a song from an American movie. The only thing that ever made sense in my life. Ooh, is the sound of my little girl laughing.
Gone on Wednesday. Back on Tuesday. Walk down the stream. And you float away, yeah. . Everyday now,. Black is the same now. But for you. You bring back light.
This is a song about Susan. This is a song about the girl next door. This is a song about the everyday occurences. That make you feel like letting go.
We were fading like the bottom of a bad dream. We were heading south looking for a good time. Faces look so pretty in the spotlight. All blown out and bathed inside a world of white.
I will stand up now, I will not step down. I will do my best to wear this crown. But I need you as you guide me through today. . And I will stand up now, I will not step down.
Diamonds and dust. Poor man last, rich man first. Lamborghinis, caviar. Dry martinis, shangri-la. I got a burnin' feelin' deep inside of me. It's been burnin'.
I will stand up now, I will not step down. I will do my best to wear this crown. But I need you as you guide me through today. . And I will stand up now, I will not step down.
The seas overtaken with fire, men giving into their own desires.. The world wrapped up in itself, not even noticing truly what is wealth.. And I don know what to do..
I break every day. Stressed out in every kind of way. I am sick and tired of bein' sick and tired. All I need and crave. . Loud life with the power to fade.
One, two, three. . Hey I think this is getting to me. Yeah, first class living in a goldfish bowl. Just when I think I have driven my life where I wanted it to be.
Shine. . Shine. Open up your life and shine your light. Shine. Open up and show the freak inside. . Words don't mean nothing. His words don't mean nothing.
She don't care about my car. She don't care about my money. And that's real good because I don't got alot to spend. But if I did it wouldn't mean nothin'.
Hollywood girls need a pretty silver star. They can hide in the bottom of their breakdown. Hollywood girls need a secret they can hide behind. The buttons at the bottom of their purse.
I watched the sun come up over. The Chicago skyline. Drove through a whole night. Just to make it right. . The last thing I remember. You were begging me not to go.
Wish I had the strength inside to make you go away. Wish I was immune. Ever since I met you drinking at the circle bar. I go where you will to keep from being ripped in two.
I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm. I'm a runaway son of a nuclear a-bomb. I am the world's forgotten boy. The one who searches and destroys.
It's just like science fiction. Who knows what the fuck they're talking about. There's always one in every crowd. . There is always one in every crowd.
I am still living with your ghost. Lonely and dreaming of the west coast. I don't want to be your downtime. I don't want to be your stupid game. . With my big black boots and an old suitcase.
Santa baby, just slip a guitar under the tree for me. Been an awful good boy. Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight. . Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blue.
I feel safe inside the violence. Like I feel safe inside a rollercoaster car. I feel safe in the hills up above it all. Sometimes in the middle of the night.