The ultimate in flip script deliverin' many blows. All that primate thinkin' broke off leg and elbow. A fruit bowl delight of power knockin' down any door.
(K.Jones/C.Dowd). There's a light on a hill. That's far out in the distance. And it calls out my name. It calls out for a change. Far away voices. That want their own choices.
When you're down to the last skin and the. limelight splutters,. to darkness in the death of a zippo (tm).. At the backstage door the last fan has long.
There's a light on a hill. That's far out in the distance. And it calls out my name. It calls out for a change. Far away voices. That want their own choices.
Where do we go from here?. . They're boarding up the synagogues, uzis on a street corner. You can't take a photograph of uzis on a street corner. The dj resigned today, they wouldn't let him have his say.
There is no mystery for what I try to be. A reason for the things I do. I try to tell you what is really false or real but. You act as if you have no clue.
When I hit the streets back in '81. Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown. I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears. Where have I been for all these years?.
Pussycat !. . Que pasa pussycat ?. What's new pussycat ?. What's new pussycat ?. . Pussycat, pussycat. I've got flowers. And lot of hours. To spend with you.
Got this feeling. Got this feeling. Got this feeling. I got this feeling from the ocean, yeah. It's alright, yeah. . Got this feeling. I got this feeling.
--- "Whiplash" Taken from the Fish Single "A Gentleman's Excuse Me" ---. Hang a left, turn a right, we're driving through the night. We're on the road with Fred.
Black flowers have lost their way. They've lost their way again. Cursed for their will to dream. Raped by mankind again. . Like the auction blocks of castrated dreams.
I was thinking about thinking. About thinking about thinking. I was thinking. Contemplating situations. And the visions blew my mind. . In the gutter I was crawling.
When the taxis gather in mock Solemnity. Funeral hearses court the death of virginity. Was it paradise lost or paradise found?. Did we gain respect or were we holding ground?.
Forward,forward, back, back, back. I've fallen and I can't get up and I'm slipping through the cracks. I'm in a crisis and I can't afford the prices. No means to feed my family, never mind the nices.
On promenades where drunks propose to lonely arcade mannequins. Where ceremonies pause at the jeweller's shop display. Feigning casual silence in strained romantic interludes.
Children run away from the torturistic ways. Children still resist from the powers that persist. Will you shut up and sit still, I think you should obey.
There's something I have to tell you. Before it's too late. There's someone needs a timing. I could be the same. Got to listen to you clearly. Would you understand it all.
My friend yousta be thin. He's get all the women. We'd go kick it at the bar. But his drinkin' went too far. He could see over his belt. The brotha was slim and svelte.
Listen to me. Just hear me out. If I could have your attention. Just quieten down for a voice in the crowd. I get so confused and I don't understand. I know you feel the same way you've always wanted to say.