I'm selling my heart to the night. I like the black. The dark side of the light. Danger my mysterious friend is just taking me by the hand. I feel I'm gonna fall.
Say what. Say what. Say what. . You got me confused. We don't even talk. You know we can't keep on distancing.
This town has lost its charm,. With the ignorant fools,. And the shady bars.. A voice cracked from screams of distress,. Calm confrontations and cigarettes..
Born to walk this beaten path,. That has run us into the ground.. Thick skin and strong liquids,. Wont kill the awkward tensions,. . Concerning reality versus your faade..
With every passing day,. The events we anticipate,. Become harder to separate.. . The truth of what we know,. Buried underneath,. Miles and miles of white noise..
Its hard to sleep at night.. When I close my eyes,. Flashbacks haunt my mind.. Truth be told, Im not the same. . The streets were covered white,. On that windy road home..
Bare feet and a cold snowy night,. All my friends hanging by my side.. I try to bond to tell you its alright,. So whys it seem youre wasting all my time?.
Put downs and foul cries,. Every slander and slight,. Does nothing to cure our new age affliction.. . Respect and sharp minds,. Will be kills the alibi,.
My pulse is up,. My heart was racing.. Another man lost to an awkward situation.. Good luck getting up,. Youll have to climb your own way out,. Of your hole..
Ive been choked my whole life,. Until my face turns blue.. Swallowed conformity,. A bit too much to fucking chew.. . Be weary and mindful,. Of the game that surrounds us,.
Theres no such thing as a harmless joke. and no such thing as a gentle toke. theres no such thing as Panama Jack. Whos got the crack?. . whooooos got the crack...
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Please don't get me wrong. See I forgive you in a song. Will call the likely lads. But, if it's left to you. I know exactly what you'd do. With all the dreams we had.
What a waster, what a fucking waster. You pissed it all up the wall. Round the corner where they chased her. There's tears coming out from everywhere.
Koreema knows that just what it is she does. It can't be hard for her to get a buzz. Down in the street below. Hear the drunken archangel sing. I know what's on your mind, my boy.
I saw two shadow men on the Valance road. Said they'd pay me for your address. Oh I was so bold. . I said you see these two cold fingers. These crooked fingers I show.
How can we make you understand. All you can be is given in your hand. Oh you won't need money. . Trust in me, take me by the hand. Oh give us a chip. Dreams are strewn across the sand.
High register operational. . In the land of the gouging skiving sun. Their bodies in the room, lad. Never an honest day's work is done. They call it the Tomblands.
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?. Shovelled up like muck. Set the night on fire. Wombles bleed truncheons and shields. You know, I cherish you my love.