Solo, it isn't a dream. Solo, it's just what it seems. An empty thing. Waitin' on somebody who never calls. Listening in the night to something. Scratching 'round behind the walls.
In my solitude you haunt me. With reveries of days gone by. In my solitude you touch me. With memories that never die.
Strange. How the world got so small. I turned around and there was nowhere left to go. So sad. . The dream always dies. Each new arrival closes places in my mind.
There's a guy goin' round the town. You got to check what he is puttin' down. Just one look you know the story is great. He's the guy the chicks love and the cats can't hate.
We always were the kind of people. To take it hard when things would go wrong. Little things would bother me. And little things would make you cry. And after all the confrontations.
I'm sinking in. To a sea of secrets. Warm and green. Down and down. Back to times and places never seen. Now and then. I can wake and I remember. Just one secret thing.
San francisco fan. Loved a no-good gamblin' man. She drank the coffee dregs. So she could fry his eggs in a golden frying pan. . Can-can-ed by command of the gold rush cafe clan.
Of all the streets in the world. You walk down this one. And I see three hundred girls. But just want to kiss one. . Someone that we've loved before. Is a love forever.
Stop everything. I think I hear the President. The Pied Piper of the TV screen. Is gonna make it simple. And he's got it all mapped out. And illustrated with cartoons.
I'm gonna ring your bell. Because I got your number. I'm gonna knock as well. We got a rhythm delivery. . I'm gonna stomp and yell. We gonna bring a drummer.
Fuck this bull shit spit flat beer back. Rock star dumb luck sick joke clap trap. Damn thin shoe lace yank spit jerk snap. Bomb kike scam bank tear down dead flag.
Take your mind back, I don't know when. Sometime when it always seemed. To be just us and them. Girls that wore pink. And boys that wore blue. Boys that always grew up better men.
Ahh, here she comes, just a-walk-- just, just a-walkin' down the street. Singin' down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop. Down do be do do wop a do do wop a do do wop, hey!.
I'm gonna rant and rave. I'm gonna lose control if they get me mad. I'm staring at the TV screen. They're staring right back. I got a bottle in my hand.
Pretty boys - on my tv screen. Teeth so white and hair so clean. Pretty boys - sing and play guitars. Pretty boys get to be big stars. . How do you rate my sex appeal from one to ten.
A million tiny lights are strung across the western sky. They burn to light our mission. But it's just a million lonely hearts. Strung out from never asking why.
Give me a Bud and a slice. And leave me alone. If I want your advice, I'll ask ya. They tell me that caviar's nice, but I wouldn't know. So what's it to you.
Well, I wear this leather jacket just to try and beat the cold. Well, I know it's not the thing but then it's all of two years old. Though I never was a punk - I'm sure you'll understand.
Somethings coming, something big. Something I can't stand. Dark as the ocean, secret and cruel. Something I can't command. Somethings waiting down a muggers' alley.