I've got my life in such a mess,. And I don't know what to do.. How can I live in this old world,. And be in love with two?. If I said goodbye to my first true love,.
Two cigarettes in an ashtray,. My love and I in a small cafe.. Then a stranger came along,. And everything went wrong.. Now there's three cigarettes in the ashtray..
There he goes, he's walking away.. Each step he takes brings heartaches my way.. She won his heart, I lost him some way.. There he goes, he's walking away.
I thought it was the underground -. That we built something ourselves.. A self-sufficient subculture- a home away from hell.. The more I see everything crumbling.
More bomb dropped on the first morning. Then in all of operations desert storm. Unprovoked. I sit alone in fear. Whos rifles start as pens. and end as smart bombs upon innocence.
This night is alive with a hint of a smile,. And a long stare from your eyes,. I'm feeling weak at the knees,. Its getting harder to breathe,. Ive waited all night just to say.
More bomb dropped on the first morning. Then in all of operations desert storm. Unprovoked. I sit alone in fear. Whos rifles start as pens. and end as smart bombs upon innocence.
Fuck racism.. Fuck that brain-dead scum.. Fucking boneheads too.. Go fuck em all to hell.. Fucking bigotry its to 1770's this is the year 2001.. So this is relevant how come?.
I hate the sound, of every object. Of everything she could have touched,. ( Of everything she could have touched ). But I keep them anyway, Oh please help me out.
Like a word, on her face, painted in red. As if it was all carved, as if it was all carved. As if it was all carved, as if it was all carved.... . Im closing my eyes at the day light trying to be seen.
Take the fuckin' pain. Pain. . Forlorn my pleasures. . Hiding behind walls of steel. Grin and bear my burden. Is out of fucking reach. . Take the pain, Take the pain.
I wonder what we'll be doin' and. Where we might be. When they hit the button and. All hell is set free.. . Will the kids be in school?. Will you be on your own?.
Lie with me my darling. We'll talk of burning things. The black urgency of the horses' eyes. Melted in the street. . The faint smell of hibiscus. The cracks around your lips.
Have you got a turbo wrist watch?. Got a turbo vacuum?. Have you got a turbo washing machine?. An' a turbo car?. When you ask 'em what it means. They look blank and say "it's the latest thing"..
This is a story about a pair or trousers. It deals with a lack of a sense of humour. Or rather a lack of imagination . .. . I would like to know, where you put my trousers.
Love it seems isn't all that it's made out to be. As I found out to my dismay. I feel this way inclined. For love, it trespass on my time.. . I was so taken in by all the promises she made.
Tomorrow night, everythin' 'll be alright. Tomorrow night, I'm gonna treat you right and. Love you so, like I should 'a' done long ago and. Hold you close, like I would 'a' done if you'd let me know..
Today in parliament. You' got the honourable this. And the honourable that. Nothin' so eloquent. As a little bit of mis-. Understanding and a lot of chat.
The engines roared, the aeroplane soared. And I waited with baited breath for the worst. But everything connected, there was nothing unexpected. Until she appeared looking calm and collected..
A sweet occasion such as this. Another chance to reminisce. And though together we have grown. It's magical how time has flown.. . Remember at the outset.