Three boats down from the Candy. Vacant deck chairs on a floodlit beach. Three boats down from the Candy. Rollers coast, invade the deepest sleep. . Three boats down from the Candy.
The rain auditions at my window. Its symphony echoes in my womb. My gaze scans the walls of this apartment. To rectify the confines of my tomb. . I'm the cyclops in the tenement.
Track down a satellite, beam in the action, life lies bleeding. live in your living room, our senses on remote control overkill and overload.. >From Lockerbie to Lebanon's getting closer every day.
Just another nigger, a spooky piece of white trash. Just another jew boy, spic, mick, yid, raghead. Motherfucker living on the planet. Just before it kicks in, just like a silver bullet.
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors. A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories. Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare. Opening the doors for the dreams to come home.
Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards. from the pockets of wrecks in the middle of the road.. I came to in my future and that was just yesterday,.
I gotta make it out of this here gloom. There's a lot of innocence in this room. What would happen if things come 'round. There's no waiting, baby, and I mean right now.
At that time of the night when streetlights throw crosses. Through window frames, paranoia roams where the shadows reign. Oh, at that time of the night.
Say everyone. Where's the love of yesteryear?. Say everyone. Ebbing waves of a death and fear. . Alleviate morality. And kill our every dream of hope.
I want to be there in the morning, I want to wake up by your side.. If I can make it back I'll be there, if I can catch the early flight.. I'll bring you dragon's teeth from silver beaches, shells from Africa..
When you're alone. Can't find your way out of the maze. Life is ablaze. And you're right there in the flames. . Is this pain?. Are we sane?. And who has established these claims.
I had a dream that I was disgusted. It was a scene where gold had rusted. They took the homes of the people who trusted. The one up high be he only lusted.
You don't think for me or see what I see. And I will not do the things that you say. An explanation if I may. I don't like you and by the way. . May your dogs colon be familiar.
I saw the stars in your eyes. And I knew it was puppy school love. xxx. You saw the twinkle in mine. Then we both knew it was time to hold our breath.
You hide behind your eloquence. And some sound advice. But what's beneath your gross concern,. Ain't nuthin' nice. Manipulate us once again,. To see your way.
You give sweet and how easily I fall deep. Your touch pours like honey on my skin. It's smooth but it lingers. (Too long). . You the cure and the cause of my blues.
Michael's face was covered up with roses. Rita's face was covered up with tears. Six strong men were carrying his coffin. Michael lived for 37 years. No doubt about it, there's a smile upon his face.
I walk the tightrope between an angel and a Beastie Boy. I walk the tightrope between a woman and a man. I walk the tightrope between sanity and vanity and.
The other side of the room. An empty bottle lies broken. Purple faces are sure. Of snow white sheets to soak in. . His clothes are spread around. They smell of perspiration.
The hated journey on the train. Always been the same. Looking out windows. Second class and second best. What a waste of time. . Sleep for five stops in a row.