I'd love to see you all dead and gone. With your CD players and your cell fucking telephones. You know I wanna see you all dead on my TV. With a bullet though your head in your band new SUV.
Gather round and listen up my children. This is a story that'll scare the turds right out of your underwear. It's about a place called Neverland. Where all the naughty boys have to go for a sleep over.
Wake up america. Be a good american. Buy american. Pledge your next car to be american. . Oh what a bunch of shit. Nazi propaganda. Thanks to crap like that.
There were a thousand suns that burned,. In the city of my eyes.. But I couldn't hold on to her. It's a matter of fact, It's a matter of fact.. . (Chorus).
Summer nights on the beach.. Underneath the rain drops.. Wind blowing through your hair.. This is what it feels like.. Rose petals in the tub.. Listening to your favorite song..
When I'm afraid of dying. Ashamed of never doing what I'm here for. I'm afraid of being afraid. And wasting precious time. . I'm afraid of growing so cold.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . With the little that I know about dancing,. With the little that I know about left-foot-right,.
When you pick a sprig of balsam pine. On your hike along the mountain view. You can wrap the scent in corduroy. And bring the mountain home with you. .
I was born on a barstool. Tellin' lies to the lady on the right. Nobody to come home to. Just hangin' out all night. Lone wolf howling at an empty glass.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . I must say it's provocative.. You tease your tongue across your lips. To catch that drop of wine..
from Unreleased. ............................................... . "Kill your television.". Said the poet on the street. It's just mental anasthesia. And it's putting us to sleep.
There's a time only truth buys. In the early small hours of the morning. When you brushed the sleep from my eyes. And told me stories. Electricity. The day scrapes the sidewalk.
You say you get so haunted by these memories. Well of course there must be plenty. That you'd just as soon forget. Here's a chance to wash away your history.
I like it best when she cries. The tears roll down from her eyes. I take her in my lovin' arms. And I pretend she's mine again. Can't you see. When you mistreat her she runs to me.
I've got time. Walking down this road. Got a mile and a half to go. To see you in the evening. When you take my hand. And lead me down the path to where we go.
This is where the trail just disappears. This is where their story ends. No one knows where they went from here. But I remember when they drank a toast.
from Unreleased. ............................................... . In a boxcar in the moonlight. In the open in the place. You are sleeping on my jacket.
We can't afford to lose all the moments we've been fighting for. We cannot fall, for all the fighting would be useless waste of all the time behind us.
(Mac Davis). There he sits with a pen and a yellow pad. What a handsome lad. That's my boy. BRLFQ spells mom and dad. But that ain't too bad. That's my boy.