Everyone's giving a piece of their mind. The deaf, the dumb, the stupid and blind. Crushing the words to the people who doubt. With the weight of the hard of the fast.
Trust me, I know what I'm doing. . From day one I got things wrong. One day I'll get things right, maybe. I never thought I knew the answers. While the whole world thinks they might.
I'm trapped in words. Held hostage by my friends. Tripped up by meaning. Taking a road just to get to it's end. . Tongue tied. It's killing me. I want to see things for the first time.
You've got nothing to live for, you're a plague. A filthy fucking drain on the world and everything it holds. So I stopped talking to myself, it's getting old.
For the first time in my life, I know how I want to go. Spin through the warm air to a thousand feet below. The top of the world's the place where the canyons fall below.
Why don't you let someone be rude to you. Kick you around and say that there is. Nothing wrong with you that a good kick in the pants wouldn't cure. Haven't you heard that they're all too scared.
When the sun's this bright. I have to blind myself with the light. I have to get too close. To the things that hurt me the most. . When I'm pushed and pulled without ever knowning....
There's little left to fight except the demons inside. A pandemonium of pride. The measure of a man, as seen on TV. All the things that you could be. .
He doesn't have a friend just some occupations. Staring at the sky or at computer screens. It gets you in the neck, all this looking skywards. But every marty knows that you suffer in belief.
The rocket ships of La Jolla are waiting to blast away, blast away. Away for adventure, a trip of a lifetime of discovery. And you are the captain, going without me.
Compromise and confusion steal us away. . When they say ignorance is bliss. It makes it sound too good to miss. How about that?. And the problem with success.
I don't mind if I never ever meet you. I love you just the way you seem. And I don't mind all the things they say about you. Jealous words won't spoil this dream.
That woman's crazy, she's the mistress of a man who's crazy too. That woman's carryin'. Then comes Dudley. Dudley's gonna do us all a favor and tear 'em both a new asshole.
She leans on you with that drunk grin. She gives the boys. A look at the best parts. She's always a couple bucks short. . And that picture. Of her in Berlin.
The princess of my heart, she is someone I know. She doesn't appear in the headlines wherever I go. The princess of my heart won't take good fortune to see.
The next big thing. Life can be so calm. The next big thing. The next big thing. So calm without you. . I am waiting for the next big thing. Bring it on quick time to me.
City street map outskirts of town. South side skyscraper scape. Serve and protect my ass. Search and annoy. Search and annoy. Search and annoy. Seek hunt.
She helped her son sleep by giving him Cognac. She worked a while as a circus acrobat. She changed lovers on a weekly basis. And posed nude for a couple crap artists.
Life to call our own that is ours alone. Is as hard as hell to come by these days. It's time that I took what's mine, took it now, yeah. . Things aren't what they where, they're what they are.
A lined red face burns in the sun, frying on the pavement. This mr. t endorses rum, now you know. T for tenants from the can, it's the choice of champions.