This could be heaven. Shallow spreads of ordered lawns. I like the illusion, illusion of privacy. The careful trees blending so perfectly. Bland planned idle luxury.
You make me feel ashamed at acting attitudes, remember ridicule. It should be clear by now, clear by now. Your words are useless, full of excuses, false confidence.
When the blood in your drugs turns to shale. They had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nail. Empty pockets make idle hands. And mugging as a job requires good plans.
CHORUS. Drawing you in drawing you on. Leading you in taking you on. I can see potential. . I can see intention. With a pocket full of seeds. . Hope keeps me alive.
Little white lies-they hold little surprise. . Good things come in threes. CHORUS. And the little I need-I need!. The places I haunt-the powers I taunt.
I can only feel and think in the language of. Worn like the walls around you. Cliches otheres have concocted for you. Prefabricated pre-conception. All around you.
Now in summer, I could be happy or in distress. Depending on the company. On the veranda talk of the future or reminisce. Behind the dialog, we're in a mess.
Is there a king that can do no wrong. When I play my fiddle-will I see you dance. The crown that sings its very own song. You crack the whip-and I'll break the lance.
[Intro]. What? You fucking nagging again?. About what? What? What?. The toilet's fucking broken again. I repaired that, I told you. Get the plumber in again.
What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. What friends are for?. . Promises, promises.
Seein' in your eyes. Words can never say the way. Told me in your eyes. Final in a fade. Never no more hope away. Final in a fade. . Seein' in your eyes.
Body and soul, an animal. As a sword, swing double edged. Dig deep down-that monthly frown. You have the tools-to make men fools. . You're so cruel. .
Some unions are based on trust. Some unions are a must. Upside down on a turn key-you and me. some like it on the other side. Trussed up like a turkey.
Voice moaning in a speaker. Never really get too close. Only a gimmick, pointed fingers. Never more serious sight. Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment.
A face is raining. Across the border. The pride of history. The same as murder. Is this living. . He's been careering. . The steady hand as planned. Behind the reasoning.
Call me up after midnight.. Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right.. What do you want, what do I get?. Did you just need the argument?. Well, bad life..
Nearly ten thirty. I'm rising early. I've got an eye to buy the best. Before the rush. Someone left a baby. In the car part. Never any reason. Don't you listen.
Slow motion. Slow motion. Getting rid of the albatross. Sowing seeds of discontent. I know you very well. You are unbearable. I've seen you up far too close.
What does it mean, what does anything mean. What is not dirty, what is not clean. Sending out signals I see the smoke screens. What should we not hear, what shouldn't be seen.
Morning sun begins the day. Mothers child has gone away. Locked inside the game that they taught him all to play. Closet city sleeping pretty tired from the day.