All animals we are. Round the bench in the park. Your sisters in the dark today. Watery pinned eyes. My soul has gone a little cold. . I maybe maybe next year.
Your love it was only a whisp away. You scratch my hand and say theres a better land. Well I know your daddy hes not rich. And your mothers a drunk. But your the one 'I worship and adore'.
Roll a gasper. The guard said he could stay alive. But he has to shovel and burn his friends to die. People do die and on the gate read. 'Arbeit macht frei'.
[Verse 1]. Here's a story about the rules of death or glory. To be learned by heart by all children of men. It's the hour of the morning on the day after the dawning.
I know, I don't know you. But don't think I don't know you. I saw you going under. I saved one for me. . 'Cause I'm all at sea lad. Don't know if I'm coming or going.
down in Albion. they're black and blue. but we don't talk about that. are you from round here?. how do you do. I'd like to talk about that. . talk over.
The seven deadly sins. We find them all and burst. Where degenerate kings pushy beggars. Fallen ladies of letters and verse. Pride, lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath and envy.
I went downtown after dark. To soak up all the bright light. To turn myself on. Just to try and feel alright. . I didn't want to meet you there. I didn't think I had to.
Seems impossible to make this right. I'm so tired of all these sleepless nights. Don't you try to tell me that there's not enough to go around. It's a big ol' world, come on now.
Just give me something I can understand. Put the memory down in my hand. One more look before you go. From those sad eyes that follow me. . I went to work, left you alone.
It's been a long walk down this cold dark street. She doesn't remember the faces of the men she meets. She stops by the dumpster, looking for something to eat.
Well, I gotta catch a plane. Check on out of L.A.. Somewhere I've never traveled. I'm on my way, yeah, I'm ready. . So , sit back in your chair. 'Cause I'll be there soon.
There's something in the air tonight. Heat hangs under the purple light of the moon. And lightning flashes like a scar. Over worn out tracks of the Queen Street car.
Well, my dad, he played Woodstock in 1969. Mom was there with flowers in her hair. And sweet Judy blue eyes. Those sweet Judy blue eyes. . I was born in a burned out basement.
Like a photostat. Just another news flash. Must have been a miscast. Blame it on a circumstance. Oh probably tomorrow. Won't be any more sorrow. This time, next time.
Standing at the crossroads. Feels like a halfway house. Crawling out of my skin. There's only one way out. Only one way out. . Love don't let me down.
Standing at the crossroads. Feels like a halfway house. Crawling out of my skin. There's only one way out. Only one way out. . Love don't let me down.
I'm not always right but I'm sure of this. I just wish tonight, you'd see it my way. Broke our own hearts, was that not enough. We had to fall in love then watch it fall apart.
I'm poppin' pills to sleep at night, not thinkin' right. My brain is saturated with highly concentrated,. x-rated images of a planet decimated. . The lunatic's inside my mind or maybe I'm.
At 7 o'clock you said you'd meet me at the picture show. But it's a quarter past nine and I'm standing in the cold alone. You didn't even call, you didn't leave a note on my door.