I keep moving into myself. I keep all my hate to myself. I keep the polaroids of my hell. I keep all my hope to myself. . Days when life does man a favor.
Just like an indian. I chant and dance around. A shiny new room. With a shiny new sound. . Today I woke up screaming. -Hello, my evil twin. Who's the old and boring.
Small ideas on little minds. Many fish of many kinds. Easy cash'n'lots of leisure. Above primal law; the prize of pleasure. It pulls you down. It's perfectly clear.
Right now no song on the radio could be too stupid for my heart. Wind me up and let me walk.... I've got no strategy but to suck up the sear and tear the earth apart.
Heart and clock slows down.... And the sand reverberates with a tremelous sound. On a diet of water and thick air. I inhale the heat and exhale my share.
Hey, I'm the guy there on the wall and I'm all dismembered parts. Yeah, I got not arms or legs: So go ahead and call me - Art!. I'm a stick of dynamite and I'm smiling with delight.
Yeah, I wake up beaten, wrapped around the T.V.. Strange, I was in bed when I slept. And the toothpaste's weird. 'Coz when I try to talk; I blow a bubble instead.
For tomorrows unpaid fears - now I'm seeing future years. It's not death - it's hell I fear - Yeah, but still I come and go. What I pay to see the show - Yeah, right now it's all I know.
I'm countin' the cattle: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.... I'm countin' the cattle. Just to check if there alive. I'm counting' the cattle: 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. I'm countin' the cattle once again..
Look at that guy in those tight leather pants. He can't sing and you can see he can't dance. And Soulfinger's spinning, throwing his hair. He's got nothing to say, he's just happy to be there.
When the day goes into itself. And into my veins. And your hands are caught with mine. You are in my veins. A breeze in the curtains of time. Silhouettes of people in line.
This is the lazy quiz. And you got all the time there is. We'll spend some time on greed'n'wealth. And then some on mental-health.... No need to sweat or bite your lips...
Walking through the city. Without eying anyone ... Don't want their vibes through my skin. The hair on my back rises. Silently it wins... Now, I'm feeling everything.
The night they took him to the graveyard. It was moonlight; call of the wild. They forced him to bury his father. Oh boy, he was only a child. He grew older, meaner and vicious.
Yeah, I left my past. I hitchhiked away from bad times. Now I try to get used to. The freedom to speak what's on my mind. When it turn to tears ... I wonder why.
The winter of fortynine had passed. A winter of haunt n fear. Hunger had knocked at the city-gates. And threatened the pioneers. Then low in the east strange clouds appeared.
Yeah, I've changed but I kept my name. To retell a joke, it won't be the same. My eyes burn new black hollow holes. My fate's revealed my future's told.
There's a fine line between to use and to spend. There's a fine line between being important and impotent. Pull off my pants, lean against the wall. Roll my eyes; I cannot come at all...
Straight out of frame and bend out of shape. Nothing's real except the money that we made. Staring at the place where the two walls meet. Yeah, take a chair and have a seat.
Like a trip in luxury. A little ship with you and me. We won the lottery. We sail on silver into the sunset. And we'll live to be a hundred. . A kiss between the legs - I wonder how.