Well, the generations come. Hoy-polloy or chewing gum. Bad manners still in style. And a very low profile. . As the new wave rebel hoards. Scribble balls on notice boards.
Inevitable accin. Inevitablemente t sigues esclavo. Y el hambre es aun mayor. . Mil aves de cartn. La puerta se abri, la rutina es grande. Las balas de un can.
[November 2005 - The Off Season]. . We gave this pain to the world which we can`t understand. Blood disappears like the raindrops when hitting the sand.
You shut the door, you let me hang myself. you've turned your back on me and now I'm gone. so listen, ask yourself, can you undo what I've done?. . You told me lies you've tried to put me down.
Time, how long it's gonna lasts?. I'm livin in the past and runnin' out of time.... . I keep runnin' around in circles,. I keep walkin' in the dark,. I keep tryin' to wash away the devil's mark!.
Why God took you away? He forgot me along the way,. far away... Oh, but I'll pray. . Love is breaking my heart. Feels it;s ready to fall apart,. jaded heart... Oh, but I'll pray.
[January 1999 - Rocket Summer]. . "Move along it takes too long,you`re holding back the line!". I tell you -we`ve been waiting here forever. "Go ahead,don`t worry-yet-`coz everything is fine".
I learned how to steal since that day God, who knows?. Next scene I shoot, cop's dead, boy, is that news?. The Big House is waiting, you know how it goes.
Standin' at the crossroad, waitin' for the storm. I can feel it comin' on the wings of dawn. So many years it seems I've walked alone. Down the long way home.
Sun's comin' up and news starts spreadin' around.. Yesterday's gone, and you man I had to gun down, down, down.. . Hey mister "know it all" - what the hell you gonna do?.
Every empire was raised by the slave. Built through the ages destroyed in a day. Solid walls your golden cage. Now it's time to turn the page. . Tearing down, we're gonna burn it.
(James Achor/Eddie Nichols/Bill Ungerman). Arranged by Bill Ungerman. . Dirty neon lights, the traffic's cry. Footsteps echo on the street. The cheap but lovely chicks.
Love's the big game hunter who held the poison dart. I was game and you took aim and struck me to the heart. . Trapped in a web of love. I'm trapped in a web of love.
There you walk right in, and walk right out. You walk right in there, you walk right out. Well my baby keeps on walkin'. . Well I met this gal. She wanted to ride in my truck, zoom zoom.
One kid from Brooklyn. The other from Queens. Met on a crosstown train. They cut from class, and they both agreed. A bottle down at Coney's all they need.
(Eddie Nichols/Scott Steen/Bill Ungerman). Arranged by Bill Ungerman and Scott Steen. . Ladies and gents. Your attention please. Let's look to the flying trapeze.
Hey, moocher. See the cat on Cienega Blvd. Hey, he's the moocher. . Listen here mooch. Why you always comin' round my crib. You're borrowin' my cow boots, squeezin' my dame.
The lights are spinnin'. I gotta get myself up off the floor. My head is ringin'. Bet they think I can't take too much more. . The crowd is howlin'. Like the ocean's pounding roar.