He joins the gang as we leave the pub, we're off downtown to a niteclub.. And whereas usually we'd get in, we don't tonight 'cos we're with him.. . We're miles from home waiting for the last bus, but when it comes it don't stop for us.
Whenever I need you, you give me such a run-around.. The moment I see you, you just put me down.. Even in front of all my friends, you just want to hurt me (hurt me)..
I'm a cowboy, I'm a man.. Sometimes it's hard to be true.. So when I'm feeling randy, and there's temptation handy.. I remember these ten deadly sins..
I'm walking on fire, I'm painting the whole sky blue.. Can't control my desire, can't keep my hands off of you.. . There's one thing I can't resist .. temptation..
I think I won the fools award today. The way I made my baby cry. I can't believe the stupid things I say. Without one good reason why. . I know that life has got its ups and downs.
Butchers walking down the street. Thinking I'm a piece of meat. They'd like to hang me on a hook. Cut me up and call the cook. Keep them bastards 'way from me.
It's good to be out on the street again. Life was just passing by, time for another try. Sometimes you heal, sometimes you're scarred. I feel it come on sweet, I've felt it come down hard.
I pour the wine, I write the lines. To bring you back to me. I walk through the rhymes, I think of the times. When your love ran through me. . The night comes down, it hits me so hard.
Now is the time while the soft wind is blowing. Now is the time with the trees full of song. Now is the time while the wild world is turning. To lie down together in the green fields of summer.
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care.
Where'd you go. Last thing I recall. Movement slow. Call rejected. There's a place where I don't go. It's hard to understand, I know. . Here's your smell.
You know you belong here. And I could say the same. It makes me wonder. While I talk to you. There is nothing wrong when. . I know this means you. Yeah I know this means you.
Why. Does this feel real. It's not like a stepped out from a dream. Where all the clouds are in the air. What does it mean. This crying man. Pulls out the rubbish from the sand.
Found myself woken. In places I've lived in. But who would believe that. If I'd never spoken. I keep receipts and. Postmarks and pieces. Just to remind me.
Thirty Buddha's on a walnut,. Tiny limbs inside the eye,. Tiny mind inside the tiny brain,. To see the overwhelming sky.. . Thirty birds upon a phone line,.
Well the leaves have gone away. And the cold is here to stay. And the wind picks up and calls my name. . And the gulls they cough and die. And the buses drive on by.
How can I possibly tell it. How can I say it all. I've built this story up for so long. I have so far to fall. How can a liar tell the truth. A voice inside me shouts.
I want a voice. I want a deep, resonant, effortless voice. A big voice - bigger than me. I want to speak and hear the floorboards take it up. so that people hear me first with their bodies,.
The trouble with poets is they talk to much.. They tell us how it hurts them,. and it hurts them just a little more.. . We can not tell;. maybe they make that part up!.