There's a recipe. There's a recipe for this. there's a recipe. . Something not to miss. And I look into her eye. And I look into her eye. . Should I ask myself who's out the window.
I am the match that will not burn out.. I am the wall that will not break down.. I am a first kiss in January snow.. I am the embrace of every child you know..
I have somehow gained this reputation for being ever optimistic,. but every time I close my eyes that's the last thing on my mind.. I somehow betrayed this relationship between me.
You shake it up. You break it out. . Even if nobody likes to hang around with you. . You shake it up. You break it out. . Everybody is looking at the bright side.
I just can't get more. I just can't get more. I just can't get more. More than I can have. . I must conceal more. I must conceal more. I must conceal more.
Some say. Theyre gonna haunt us. Make an appereance. An interference. Theyre gonna take off. Enjoy the party. And if they like you. Theyre gonna lock you, instead.
The fire, the water, the killer that killed Maryjane. The fire, the water, the killer that killed Maryjane. . Last time, you better restart. Last time, you better restart.
The voice in my head. Sleeps in my bed. The voice in my head. Sleeps in my bed. Can i sleep with the radio on?. . Need a little more time to be me again.
Like a fool chewing bonbon. In my room, my rouge light on.. . Spinning round my gramophone. Now I'm done I'm ready to party.. . Looking sharp, cool dark shades on.
Can I. . Can I interfere with your system ?. Can I interfere with your morning ?. Can I crack and hack your code, infiltrate your sole ?. . Can I take control of your boredom ?.
Workin the night shift again. Got one more hour in me. Shouldn't be near these machines,. I'm askin' for trouble.. Didn't learn my lesson the first time..
On which sphere am i ?. Its turning, its turning around. On which sphere am I ?. Its floating, its floating around. . On which sphere am I ?. its burning and breaking down.
Another accident. Up on 95. Motor oil blues. Zero to sixty cruise. . You filthy loser, you Sunday driver. Why don't you buy me a golden sewer?. And paint the walls a pretty color.
Gifts of silver and coal. Cold front moving like a snail. Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here". You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore. Made in Mississippi , play me your blues old man.
Not today i'm not. Said the greasy disgrace of a man. You're the biggest fuckin' loser in town, fuck.. Cheapest fuckin' hooker in town, fuck.. . I can sell you a coke..
And I'm up, down, I'm spinning around. High and dry and kicked to the ground. I'm lost and I'll never be found. . My lips were much too shy. The lines about you they never rhymed.
You would look beautiful. With wires through your face. You would look beautiful. With traintracks for teeth. . I need your love, twistes and sick. Broken and burned, I need your love.
It's twelve o'clock and I need your attention. It's like the alcohol making my head spin. The sand is a wall, the room is a bottle. Keeping me hopeless till I wake tomorrow.
I'm a gamblin' man.. Every mintue, every second of my life.. Walking here's the easy part.. Miles from home in my piece of shit car.. Look at me, kiss my face..