You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel. You're Mother Nature and an atom bomb. As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies. Your little secret will be safe with me.
I can't seem to face up to the facts. Im tense and nervous and I. Can't relax. I can't sleep cause my bed's on fire. Don't touch me I'm a real live wire.
You, you got the skills. You got the pills, you're gettin' older. You got the weight of all that's left you on your shoulder. But the world still waits for you, throw yourself right through it.
This is out of our reach, this is out of our reach. This is out of our reach and it's grown. This is getting to be, this is getting to be. This is getting to be a drone.
It's been so long, nice to see you. Won't be long before I come back home. When the plane lands will you reach me. Will you call me on the telephone?.
Got a feelin', feelin' in your eyes. Got a fever, fever, fever in your thighs. In your thighs. . Mary, Mary, Mary by my side. Got a time and love, the kind you cannot buy.
Sometimes, I think I'm scared. Sometimes I know. I feel like making love. Sometimes I don't. . I feel like letting go. Maybe not. I feel like giving up.
Sometimes I think I'm scared. Sometimes I know. I feel like making love. Sometimes I don't. . I feel like letting go. Maybe not. I feel like giving up.
She's the one with lips like candy, candy. Like a dog, well, I'm a comin' runnin'. She got eyes that burn right through me, through me. She told me her name, calls herself Candy, Candy.
At school the teacher saw the talent in your eyes. So pleased to meet ya, she looks so pretty, so unsatisfied. Underneath the bleachers head, the kid and Mrs. Jones.
One fine day, I'll settle down. When you bloody me, I ran aground. With my broken face and fisticuff. Fuck the rest and all their stuff. . I don't anymore.
One fine day. I'll settle down. When you bloody me. I ran aground. With my broken face. And fisticuff. Fuck the rest and. All their stuff. . I - Don't - Anymore.
Me, I'm a man. Who is trudging best I can. Through a minefield built to blast. Can I make it, will I last. . Free my mind, levitate. Don't let any of those fuckers in my head space.
She's all that I see and all that I breathe. Take a breath and hold her in as the shadows whispering. I can hear the laughter, knowing what they're after.
Come on closer, won't you tell me what you got?. Wait a minute girl, you're something that you're not. Big cities screaming, driving feathers to and fro.
J. Stacy. You got me, right where you want me. You got me, under your pressure. You got me, right where you want me.... You got me, right where you want me. You got me, under your pressure. You're all over me, yeah you push me over....
Cole porter, chappel & co. 1948. . Why can't you behave... oh, why can't you behave... after all the things you told me, and the promises that you gave... oh, why can't you behave.
They lost imagination. Designer institution. The...revolution. Don't see no resolution. . They got their arms around hers. We got our arms around it. They barely got each other.
Words: j. stacy/a. costa. Music: j. stacy/e. amato. . I'm watching you, from where I stand.... The ground is shaky.... When you pass close by. My head is spinning.
Can't rise from the bottom. Time flies when you got it. Your time has receded, wasted. Could and should have been, didn't. . I've given up my hand for a brother.