Copyright Kinkead 2000. . He's just a victim of Society. He can't be like they want him to be. Went away to raise a family. He's just a Victim of Society.
Some of us, we're hardly ever here. The rest of us, we're born to disappear. How do I stop myself from bein' just a number. How do I hold my head to keep from goin' under.
Violence, oh no, is golden. Violence, oh no, is golden. . Pass another plate of shrapnel. Sprinkle it with T.N.T. Gotta have another grenade salad. Split it with your enemy.
(was originally "zanz kant danz"). . Chorus:. Vanz can't dance, but he'll steal your money,. Watch him or he'll rob you blind. (x 4). . Chorus. . Out in the street a crowd is gatherin',.
[Verse 1]. You can't get out of your bed because you're so depressed. No-one understands this and they think that you're a mess. I know this is not the case and I believe in you.
To say that I'm a man undone. Is understatement at its worst. I was completely incapacitated. By your southern charm. It hit me like an ancient gypsy curse.
Sabes, que no te digo mentiras, que esta vez sobra. La tinta y el papel, en nuestras vidas. Sabes que en el amor no hay medidas. Y que las reglas a veces suelen ser, tu pesadilla.
You better wake up, little Johnny. Better wake up real. soon. The time has come now. For me and you. . Spent. those years dreaming. But the dreams didn't.
Our hearts have been to battle. Our souls have been to war. We've lost the will to carry on. . We don't believe no more. Oh, why is it that we got it set?.
Tell me why you broke. Tell me 'cause I'm nervous and love. I've been thinking less. I've been thinking out loud... to prayers. Tell me where we are. Tell me 'cause we never get far.
this is a traveling song. . here we go. . well we were waiting. at the station. are guns are loaded. for violation. and we were jamming. the band was blah.
this is vacuum because people suck, affectionalty. . can i split open yor head for one day. two eyes, ears that you take for granted. you'll go all the same.
Bob drives taxis when the meter runs. Bobby hears the music when it's done. He hears the voices. He hears the voices. . Wheels on rain, lightning from the storm.
You can see it in his eyes. In the way he walks and the way he talks. The kids try and break him, his father violates him. But he won't wave that S.O.S. white flag.
Time moves a summer wind. I can see your face again. Was it such a tragedy. Being you, being me?. . Smoke clears, the picture fades. But I stay back in yesterday.
Mi vida, mi amor,. T has sido lo mejor. Lo ms demoledor de m.. . Si volviera a vivir. T.. Me pasara igual. Igual acabara en ti.. Constantemente estoy hablando de amor.
I think about the waves of time. And how they roll across my shoulders. Thinkin' no clock is gonna get the best of me. . Minutes threaten through the years.
Lady, all the troubles I'm afraid I disgust you. Feel the power, to cut the truth in two. Why do you think I did not honestly lie?. I could kiss you, with lines of escape in my mouth.
And when you said it was gonna be all-right. we almost believed you. . It's the voice of the poor. In a dying land. The drunk and the drugged and the damned.
When I was 14 I used to beaten up every day after school yeah. This brat used to run off with my candybars too. He had a twisted mind and I was frazzled as ever.