The opposition. Carcinogenic sweat that hides. The persecution. These hidden walls keep us aligned. Yeah, they keep us in line. Fourteen hours more. Covert tonight.
Past crimes, crossed lines. Broken clocks don't count time as it slips away. Feeling trapped in your own skin. And now the water's coming. Never run this far.
(Slash/Eric Dover/Matt Sorum). . You and I. Have been playing this game. For so damn long. And I don't kow why. These cards are too old. So I'm gonna fold.
no, don't want the world. yeah, cause you'll wanna have everything. and don't say that you're just a little more deserving of this or of that. yeah, cause we've all got needs.
Mother Mary was a friend to me. she went down to the freak house. she never wanted to leave. so father fairy, he rises up to me. sent somebody here to get her back.
Humming to himself as he,. Is thinking of his latest debts,. Juggling some numbered thoughts,. Wondering what might come next,. And swears he won't,. Ever stop,.
Lord, I lift my hands. I extend myself to You. With Your arms stretched out wide. You pay the price, You bled and died. . Lord, I lift my hands. I extend myself to You, thank you Jesus.
Welcome to the peep show. Perhaps you've heard of us. Are you familiar with this? Peddlers. Eastern Conference. . That smut, it is what it is. That smut, it is what it is.
"Rated X X X!" -> G. Rap. . [repeat 3X]. {*scratched: "Rated X", "Can't you dig it honey?"*). . "Rated X.. Rated X..". "Let me explain to you exactly what I'm doin.." -> G. Rap.
There's a space. Between us. I can handle. If you not. There's a light. To the end. Where am I?. Can't see it. . HOOK:. Love me or hate me. Get me or leave me.
If words were all it took to save someone. I would have said more of them to you. But words just didn't seem to do the job somehow. Now time is gone and the morning is here.
They lied about the way. Things were gonna be. They lied about the things. They wanted from me. . They lied about the reasons. They wanted me at all. And now.
Proud to wear the uniform. Of a man who won't conform. Learning how to fit the mold. Of a man who can't be told. . Climb aboard that tour bus. Down the road less traveled.
And the moon looks like a tomato. And there's a blanket over the sun. And all the stars fall out of the sky. One by one. One by one. They all fall down.
Hey hey hey. I'm not gonna listen to what you say anymore. Your advice gets me nowhere. Always with some seemingly harmless concession. To blur the lines away.
Michael W. Smith and Gary Moore. Far above the highest heavens. On a throne of crystal light. Dwells the God of all creation. Rays of wonder crown His might.
On the drive home I was thinking I wish you'd left me where you found me. This isn't working and you should know, you should know.. I have always tried to tell you but you always argue.
I just can't get enough of my girlfriend. I'm glad I'm so in love with my girlfriend. She just wants to be somebody's baby. That's where I come in. Helping her get through the grey skies and the blue, blue.