I'm going to hollywood. They'll see that I'm so good. I won't care how I feel. And I'll get to fuck brooke shields. . I'll just sit and grin. The money will roll right in.
All washed out from lack of sleep and. Promises I can't keep. So goddamned tired I can barely talk. All I've gathered together is all I've lost. . The farther I go the further back I get.
Haunted by the specter of randy tate. Oh, the horror of that disembodied balding pate. Cast a shadow in the sunlight and glows in the dark. And hovers among the righteous light a fetus in a jar.
Feeling so dull in the middle of action. Out on the prowl looking for a distraction. I found you out looking unaware. I knew if you could, you'd take me there.
When the big picture makes you feel small. And your good friends are good for nothing at all. . Don't pretend that it's not your fault. You gotta take it like a man.
You incomplete me, you tune me into. Whitewash. Spoon fed. Brain dead. Sloth. . I'd watch the paint dry before giving in. Black out. Stupor. Inferior.
Do I deserve these beatings?. Hating me well then cut, cut the noose and let me fall away. I'm growing weak and tired of you and your little shoving games.
Patient. Just as I am. As always. Watch the time go by. Nothing left to pass by. The minutes follow me. Drunken little people. Work away in me. . Why won't they leave me, leave me alone.
Lend me your children to borrow. I just need to send them away. Long eyes and tears of sorrow. I promise I'll keep them safe. . So sorry it didn't work out.
All over with. Fuck all the flags, the greed, the world leaders. Run for the fence. We're coming, we're killing, we're changing the faces. Believe in yourself.
THERE'S TWO LITTLE MEN, WHO ARE FIGHTING A WAR. THEY CAN'T STOP IT NOW, IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS MAYBE MORE. ONE IS SMALL AND DEVIOUS, WITH HURT ON HIS MIND.
(Lyrics & Music: D. Nastasi). Ouch, there is pain inside of me,. too sick to sigh,. I'll just lie awake,. don't have to try,. just take what becomes of it,.
I WANT, WHAT HE'S GOT, YEA I WANT IT, BUT HE KNOWS IT. REHEARSED, CONVERSATIONS,. JUST TO SEE, EACH OTHERS FACES. . THE THINGS I WANT FROM HER,. ARE THE THINGS I GOT FROM YOU.
(Lyrics: Corey D. Marchasin, Music: C. Milnes). Three dead gophers all named Harvey,. sitting around drinking,. all at a party,. if they weren't dead their party'd be hardey,.
All right guys let's make it. One, two, one, two, three, four. . My car don't work. And my amp don't work. And my girl don't work. This ain't working for me.
I graduated high school. I bought her a trailer. In a little park by. the side of the road. I coulda had the Army,. I coulda had the Navy. But no, I had to go for,.
IT'S FUNNY THAT, YOU SAID THAT. NOT HA-HA FUNNY, BUT PECULIAR FUNNY. USUALLY WHEN A STRANGER APPROACHES. A RESPONSE ISN'T READY TO THE T.V.'s ON FIRE.
Topanga Cowgirl. . I see her riding. See her riding every day.. I see her riding. See her riding every day.. Well, she's my Topanga Cowgirl. Comes at sunset every day..
This is a Good Street. . This is a good street. We never walked it. You never held my hand as we crossed it. We never stopped along here to light a cigarette..
Well, my daddy took me campin'. Out under the stars. Left me by the fire. While he hit the bars. And I broke my finger. On a trailer hitch. Mamma called daddy.