Got a stupid job but it's fair money. I got a brand new car but I can't drive. I've got a sweetheart, I call her honey. And I've also got a wife. . People say that they're depressed.
I'm standing in the corridor, successfully being me. Smoking a quick cigarette to liven up the journey. Of course I got my walkman on, it's playing let it bleed.
"hey you" she said. "i think that I have something in my eye". And she posed beneath the standard lamp. As her clothes waved goodbye. And she was. Naked as a new apology.
Her glasses fell on the grass, they were reflected in the lens. Though short-sighted, she knew that they could never be friends. And as he pulled her down, she threw off his new, suede shoes.
In the movie of your life. They'll get some real jerk to be you. Edited so he can act. Cast because of his tvq. In the movie of your life. You'll be less famous than he is.
As it fell out upon a day. As many in the year. Musgrave to the church did go. To see fair ladies there. . And some came down in red velvet. And some came down in pall.
The king puts on his raiment. And surveys the royal scene. And tries to put his finger on. The source of all his ennui. . But when something goes, it's gone, you know.
Oh the sky was dark and the night advanced. When a convict came to the isle of france. And round his leg was a ringing chain. And his country was of the shamrock green.
Oh it's of a young squire in tamworth we hear. And he courted a nobleman's daughter so fair. For to marry her it was his intent. And the friends and relations had given their consent.
I went unto my love's chamber window. Where I often had been before. Just to let her know unto flandyke shore. Unto flandyke shore. Never to return to england no more.
Well, you say you've got everything you wanted. All your beds are full and your houses are haunted. And everything you need, well, you got it on credit.
I shot john f.kennedy in dallas in 63. They blamed it on oswald carelessly. But it was the devil in me. Put jesus on the cross, I put a gag on the boss.
Not long ago I went through the gate of dreams. I came to the famous City of Destruction. Where now a shuttle runs to the Emerald City. With air miles and big group reductions.
The brain of britain sits in the tower of london. Protected by the ravens. The prime-minister and the cabinet queue up to consult it. On urgent matters of state.
By the margin of the ocean. One pleasant evening in the month of june. The pleasant singing blackbird. His charming notes to tune. Then I saw a woman.
Well, he shouts and wakes the whole street up. He says, "I've never believed in you anyway". He says, "Now what the hell do you want to lecture me for.
Well I was born in 1965. That was a hell of a good time to be alive. Except that by the age of ten. The music had turned crap again. Now people say they wanna bring back the 70's.
I am here. You are here too my dear. We're drowning in the sun. We're so near. We're getting closer and. We're sweat tears blood and come. . We are now.
After I had killed my wife. And by the jury been acquitted. I resolved to change my life. And try to lead a life less wicked. I roamed around from town to town.
I saw you yesterday. I couldn't let you be. I had to sift through broken glass. To find out if you missed me. But all I found was a slow fade. And a gift-wrapped box of band aids.