White boys are so pretty. Skin as smooth as milk. White boys are so pretty. Hair like Chinese silk. . White boys give me goose bumps. White boys give me chills.
Where do I go? Follow the river. Where do I go? Follow the gulls. Where is the something? Where is the someone. That tells me why I live and die?. . Where do I go? Follow the children.
What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculties. In form and moving how express and admirable. . In action how like an angel.
Doors are locked. Doors locked. Blinds pulled. Blinds pulled. . Lights low. Lights low. Flames high. Flames high. . My body. My body. My body. . My body.
If you wanna go there. To the farthest island. Spread your wings and fly high. You can see the island. In the summer breezing. Spread your wings and fly high to the sun.
Where do you go when you leave me alone. Is there someone else or somewhere else. You go to when you walk out the door. And if words were enough. Enough to hold you here.
I don't need no publisher. I don't need no record label. I don't need no business man. My songs aren't for sale. Hey you standing there. And you climbing up my stairs.
You must know how it feels to belong. Yes you, the fortunate one : So much in demand. So much in want. Maybe you can't see the light in my angle. But I can and I know how it feels.
Come take a look inside my head!. Where there used to be sharp meadows. below the painted windows. now there's only shadows. that go where the wind goes.
You walk the earth for simple pleasures. You're a little green and your love is blue. And the fact that you can walk out on me. Proves the rule : Your love's not true.
Do you know what I want. No I don't think you know what I want yea. Gotta think of me. When I think about us I think about everything. . Give it back your out of time.
Well, country's in the red. Soon we'll be dead. No life, not even a flower. Cause atomic power. Scares the shit out of you. There's nothing you can do.
I can't believe. what the fucks. in front of me. you must be fucking 70. at least. what the hells your problem?. problem. ozzy & motley crew. & kiss I thought that you were through.
its a 3 day weekend. im loading up my truck. got tons of beer. might shoot a deer. blow the shit out of a duck. steve's got a crossbow. jamie a shotgun.
What the hell is going on. We never get to play. Are we too drunk. Are they too drunk. It's just the scene today. . The owner of your club. Would like to hear it.
beat me. beat me anyway you want. beat me up, beat me down, beat me silly. . why don't you hurt me. hurt me now where its gonna hurt the most. hurt me here, hurt me there.
Underage, in a foreign land. Come to think of it, it was Japan. Pickin' pockets, fillin' mine with yen. Discovering machines that vend. I'd like to leave, not 'til I find.
Dateline the early 1970's. the now world famous rock quartet. the doors, lead singer James Morrison. has recently died. while down but certainly not out.
wasted lives (x4). . wasted lives. the blood runs red. suns gonna rise and we'll all be dead. . wasted lives. ty's inbred. when he has kids. they will have mongoloid heads.
In the hall late for class. Night before still kickin my ass. Forty-five till my mind is blown. Forty minutes till I'm on my own. Pulling in to the neighborhood.