This is my place but I wont receive. Benny looks back cos he thinks hes real. Everyone knows and its understood. Youll never get back if you dont regret.
This heres the place that I was born to. This is the door that lets me in. I have to walk without my shoes on. So I can feel the broken glass. They close the door, they close the door.
I was unkind to you. But you want me to. Yeah, you want me to. I was so blind to you. But you ask me to. Yeah, you ask me to. . Cold, well your eyes can be so cold.
The sky is falling down on me. And Im injured. The world is waking up to see. That Im broken. . Oh. . As the day begins to end. You might find yourself a friend.
Yea, yea, yea. Ooh. I can feel it move me. Feel it shove me. As I break the law. Said yea. I can feel it's jabbing. Cuts the numbness then I. I come alive yeah.
Don't care. If 'n' you die. Ain't got no reason to cry. Don't feel. Don't need to. Your world ain't nothing to me. I'm fear. I'm your heretic. I'm doom waiting for the number.
If you're looking for trouble. You came to the right place. If you're looking for trouble. Just stare in this face. I was born looking out. From my Momma's sack.
Did you know, I would come if you spoke my name. Did you lie, when you said you needed the cool. Of the night, to caress your deepest thoughts. I can hear, all the darkest things you think.
Bad luck wind been blowin' on my back. I was born to bring trouble wherever I'm at. With the number '13' tattooed on my neck. That ink starts to itch.
Sleep the deep nocturnal lullaby. Sleep the deep nocturnal lullaby. I'm out listening for the mandrake's cry, tonight. . born in the light of a dying sun.
Hell it comes. Bitch in black. Headless serpent. The darkest path. Triple steel. Thunder roll. Hell it comes. Burnless cold. . Hell it comes. Damned whore.
Blessed morning rays. Blessed ice. Kiss the hand that offers this. Kiss the hand that offers life. There's no one alone. Scream, "I'll always need you".
Call me the hunter. That's my name. Pretty young thing like you. Is my only game. . Don't use no love gun. Don't need no kissing. When I get a hold of you honey.
Young kids in Catholic schools. Elderly parents living under your roof. You pay the bills and you pay the price. You don't back down and you won't play nice.
Strange how strangers know you better. Than you ever knew yourself. You're a lover and a dancer. But you need somebody else. Now you're taking off your clothes.
Yeah I'm sitting on this barstool. Talking like a damn fool. Got the twelve o'clock news blues. And I've given up hope for the afternoon soaps. And a bottle of cold brew.
Rush down, down to the first floor. There never seems to be enough time. Push hard, and push a little bit more. A cup of coffee and I'm gonna be fine.
Rush down, down to the first floor. There never seems to be enough time. Push hard, and push a little bit more. A cup of coffee and I'm gonna be fine.
This Old Man. He worked for thirty years with. Two strong hands, in the factory light his. Lunch box held all his needs with. Coffee sandwiches and dreams.
I hear voices from beyond the veil. They reverberate in mystery. There are shadows in my heart, oh. . And they multiply in memory. And the comrades that I've lost out there.