Not sure if you're already wrung. Not sure if the sun dries your clothes. Not sure of your plans months from now. Not sure if you're travelling alone.
Uh huh. Take it. Won't you take it or leave it ?. Won't you take it or leave it ?. . Ain't too mutch to look at. But fun to be around. ?. So take me home to moma.
I got a new life. You would hardly recognize me. I'm so glad. How can a person like me care for you. Why do I bother. When you're not the one for me. Is enough enough.
Life has been the same for a long time. Go to scholl and witness the crimes. Go home and see it on the evening news. Then we got nothing to do. If there were a concert we would go.
Tek it down. Tek it down. . Some people call me Tarzan, some call me a creep. Step on my Adidas and I'll put you to sleep. Some people call me Tarzan, some call me a creep.
Lyrics to Turning The Gun On Myself :. The morning is bright. As Rappers Delight. Floats up to my room. From the street. . And who would disturb. A slumbering world.
Walking away I feel ashamed. Thinking on what I've done. She was naive and I was a sleaze. Some things can't be undone. . Think again, don't give in. This isn't what you want.
It's getting harder and harder to live with myself. The things I do. I'm getting weaker in mental and physical health. The things I do. . And no one's coming to save me now.
Hey now, that's enough out of you. I get tired just watching your jaw move. . People that talk this much have nothing to say. . You're so up there, it brings me down.
We're all alone we're all together. We're all united by this life. The truth is there why can't you see it. You got to open up your eyes.
I keep reading in the paper almost every day,. about people who were once in love. who now just walk away.. So I called up my dear momma, married over 40 years.
Oh, the dream I have suffered. Augured fear upon the water. Vessels tall with small men inside. Coming near against the ebb tide. . I can talk to fox like he's a man.
Me and Johnny sittin' in the green grass. I dont remember too much from that far back in the past. But man, oh man, was Johnathan a laugh in those days.
Anxious mofo, my twin, my friend. Election time again, I wish that I was dead. Some conversation, if you're well read. To calm the storm of shit that's raging in my head.
I, doing a lot of talking. Time goes on, I'm talking still. While soldier girls are dodging grenades and rockets. Moms and dads are paying the bill. .
When the caf doors exploded, I reacted too. Reacted to you. Cast into that sunny morning, I was coming too. But now I'm coming to, I'm coming to. . Papers in the wind a-waltzing, I was dancing too.
i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.
i'm looking at another day to find that i've got nothing to say,. or i'm looking for another way to process what happened on that birthday,. and either way, if you're gonna call it art,.
My only chance not easy to see. I'm not the great communicator that I used to be apparently. But I know what it means when I hear screams. And it's the sonics not the phonics.