Life's like a mayonnaise soda. And life's like space without room. And life's like bacon and icecream. That's what life's like without you. Life's like forever becoming.
What becomes a legend most. When she's alone in a hotel lobby. What becomes a legend most. Some bad champagne and some foreign bottled beer. . What becomes a legend most.
Waves of fear, attack in the night. Waves if revulsion, a sickening sight. My heart's nearly bursting, my chest's choking tight. Waves of fear, waves of fear.
i wish I was the warrior king in every language that I speak. Lord over all that I survey and all I see I keep. Power omnipresent undiminshed uncontrolled.
Holly came from Miami FLA. Hitch-hiked her way across the USA.. Plucked her eyebrows on the way. Shaved her leg and then he was a she. She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side,.
I got horrors in my luney tunes. I got dreams and you do, too. I got ten wheel drive, pick you up into your ears. I got retake carbine and in my eyelids gear.
I'm waiting for my man, 26 Dollars in my hand. Up to Lexington 125. Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive. I'm waiting for my man. Hey white boy, what you doing uptown.
Won't you be my wagon wheel. Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel ?. Yeah you got to live yeah your life as though you're number one. Yeah you got to live yeah your life.
Here it comes that lonely feeling again. Well, I think I'll call up my nouveau friends. Met her at 'The Edge' on a Monday night. And I think that she'd be fun but she's not my type.
You must stand, you must be strong. If your heart isn't ready then you will fall. You must stand, you must be strong. If your heart isn't ready then you will fall.
Where are the heroes?. It's dark out, the water falls to the ground. I shift gears, no one cares if I make it out. Brake light glare, my blank stare tells what I'm about.
Time is in our heads and it is in our minds. Everything that has a start has a finish line. Do you ever sit and marvel at the stars in the sky?. When you dive into the ocean do you still feel small?.
Feeling sorrow. For all the things you had to steal and borrow. And bring back the days we had before tomorrow. Relapse and then collapse into yourself once more.
She said she came from Portland. Where the ashen skies and leaden ocean. Left her like the local boys, barren of emotion. As we talked we watched the raindrops.
Mother and child playing on the lawn. It's a middle class home on a Sunday morning. And the mother says, son, where ya gonna run. Where ya gonna run to now?.
[m. van Dyk: l. Boyarsky]. . There's a kid who sees the world. A selfish kid: a good kid: a good kid. By his own means he knew the price of life. By his own means he knew the price for you.
lookout little stranger now i'm comin for your head,. and when I get my bounty filled i'm leaving you for dead, dead, dead.. a heart of gold with words to kill,.
This little light of mine. I was told to let it shine. But I stood idly by. And watched that poor flame die. . I kept it from the bushel and brush. Away from the grasp of men.
Words and Music by Chris Pringle. . Verse 1. Who is He,. Who rides like the sun,. There's nothing He cannot do.. Who is He,. That sits on the throne,.
Lyrics by William C. Dix. Harmonized by John Stainer. Arranged by Tedd T. and Rebecca St. James. . What child is this, who laid to rest. On Marys lap was sleeping.