Got the kind of face everybody knows. Run around barefoot when it snows. Growin' out your hair 'cause you like it long. Fighting in the road 'cause you know it's wrong.
Life ain't over, life ain't done now. So get back up in your place, child. When you feel like it's the end. No mother and no friend could love you more.
She's a killer, a real cold killer. She'll drive you out to the back. Just to kiss and attack your will. . She's a monster, a real soft winner. Her heart is pumping her blood.
Pop the cork, a champagne glass. Raise to the future, drink to the past. Thank the Lord for the friends he cast. In the play he wrote for you. . And if you love the girl, man, light up a torch.
You grew up thinking you knew her. Nothing could keep you apart. You remember nothing peculiar. She always spoke from the heart. . You took your parents' religion.
Seven times I traced your number. Just one finger to your voice. Seven times I put the receiver down. Seven times I tried to write you. But I cannot make your choice.
I tried to frame my own self portrait. Into a three-minute one-act play. But I'm a carnival of voices. It's hard to pin me down that way. Without my subconscious saying.
She comes to my bed like a whisper. Slips in the sheet like a ghost. Says to my ear "hey mister,. You need to take this girl to the coast. . I need to kick my feet up in the ocean.
Carrie's a cold one, colder than the winter sun. I should warn you, you better dress for it. And I'm not the only one that thinks so. Beauty is skin deep, and yes, she is thick-skinned.
Cut this picture into you and me. Burn it backwards, kill this history. Make it over, make it stay away. Or hatell say the ending that love started to say.
He's pleased to meet you underneath the horse. In the cathedral with the glass stained black. Singing sweet high notes that echo back. . To destroy their master.
Something's happening, don't speak too soon. I told the boss off and made my move. Got no where to go. . Son of Sam, son of a shining path, the clouded mind.
I had tender feelings that you made hard. But it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred. So when I go home, I'll be happy to go. You're just somebody that I used to know.