It's official. Full judicial. Ends in physical. This I know. . Best keep quiet. You don't listen to me anyway. You're gonna lose and it's gonna show. It's far too late to avoid it so.
Time has come. Flyweight champion of the world. Flyweight champion of the world. Time has come. Hey girl, The Hives. . Take it to the back of the club.
Doo wacko. . Here is to you, honey. But I'm out of your league. You never gonna pass me. 'Cause I'm out of your league. Your league, your league. . Lookie here, baby.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was right all along. Yeah, yeah, yeah. You come tagging along. . Exhibit 'A' on a tray, what you say?. Ends up thrown in your face.
Where were you when the world stopped moving?. To one side waiting wearly through it alone?. Only life you ever knew looking back at what you used to do.
Empty words fired at me with an oral. cannon. WE WANNA BE HEARD!. Lousy jerks such bad breath I put the fan on. This is where we draw the line we're. sick of you wasting all our time.
Guess who just got back today?. Those wild eyed boys that had been away. Haven't changed, haven't much to say. But man, I still think those cats are great.
Had an atomic bore in 2004. Did some atomic tricks in 2006. I got out way late in 2008. I know they'll do it all again in 2010. . Had an atomic bore in 2004.
Take back the toys that you gave to me. I never knew what to do with them anyway. I never knew how to break up the box. I'll stick to pebbles and boulders and blocks.
Welcome. . I know that it has been a long time coming. You bought your tickets, you waited in line. You were walking and now you find yourself running.
on the horizon of the gulls and plovers. she saw the outline of transparent lovers. in a hotel room underneath the covers. who should i see but the transparent lovers.
Trams of old London. Taking my baby into the past in it. Trams of old London blow my mind. Ludgate, Fenchurch, Highgate Hill. Rolling slowly up there still, uh-huh.
This could be the day I've waited for all my life. And it's coming true. This could be the day I've waited for all my life. And it looks like you. Bells of fire hissing through.
Time runs backwards at the end. You turn into a child again. Then you're dust. Remind yourself, what you once were. An animal without much fur. Then you're dust.
The old man, he was flesh-they wheeled him in upon a trolley. Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn. Draw a window on his skin. This old man, he was next-blindfolded to face the volley.
The wreck of the Arthur Lee. Will never return again. Never return again. The captain and all his men. Went up and jumped overboard. "Jesus is Lord," they cried.
Desires muck and algae were the shadows on the wall. glasses shatter ornaments on to the ground they fall. our hair like anemone's that wave beneath the seas.
I was walking home when I heard you knock. There were two of you, it was such a shock. There was one that cried on the telephone. And the other laughed deep inside my bone.
He came bursting out of nowhere like a sphere into the sun. And he cast his light on everything, it was like he never died. And he landed right on target, but the target rolled away.