They don't listen to rock n roll. They're quite different from everyone I know Nasty habit, standing in the back. It's common courtesy but they don't even clap How should I react?.
Take it down a notch. 'Cause you're talking way too much. It's not a secret that you love yourself too much. But not enough. Don't come to me when it gets tough.
she's a chain reaction. with a driving ban. and she's got fake prescriptions. hid between two pages in a book 'bout feelings. she wants to be a dancer.
Sail on a southbound train. Move up and peer inside. Creole tongue hard to understand. Move up and peer inside. . Hip hop on a down town train. Mojo lord is in my veins.
Hey, Mister Sunshine and Misses Laughter. I know the daughter your chasing after. Born with a smile that every angel knows. Savanna shows. . Intrepid moon beam shining on my shoulder.
Aw, aw, aw. . Have you seen my worn out walking hat?. If by chance you've seen it, won't you tell me where it's at. It's not some gentleman's derby, not an engineer's lid.
In the morning, cold gray dawn. Shines through my window on my bedroom walls. Even in the light it's hard to see. Why no woman's sleeping next to me. .
Its been a hard night the crowd was slow. Theres nothing but cold salads after the show. Well I'm trying not to let it get me down. But now my face it wears a frown.
There's a hole inside my wisdom. There's no shine inside my frame. The leaves have come and taken all the fanfare. And right now, nowhere seems. Like a damn good place for me to be.
Hostility, I feel it coming. It's like a nation wide vigilance. I've seen so many people running. From a threat without substance. . Underpayment, self sacrifice.
I'm strolling in the old town. I breathe the air of a different time. When the city heart's still beating. Now we run on overtime. . Someone stole the skyline.
If I give it all, things will remain. Well, hard work is my middle name. It's all I ever wanted. Now give it to me again. . If I give it all, things will remain.
Frustration is breathing down my neck. It's right behind, just like a shadow. Frustration keeps me company. Wherever I walk it seem to follow. . When I turn around, see all these people.
I don't recognize this place. This ever growing hatred. We drag ourselves down. . There's a bad moon on the rise. We drag ourselves down. Now, who's bound to pay the price?.
Friday morning a day like any other. I'm heading down the same old roads. I've got mommy's little monster in the headphones. It keeps me warm, I stay out of the cold.
I went to your school of broken sense. You showed me the door, I walked out by myself. I came for the knowledge, now I'm gonna get the rest. . I'm ready to go, step right in to this small town show.
Tonight I'm out in the city down on Liquor Street. I see the woman I trust in the arms of the enemy. I want some answers and I want them now. It all goes down on Liquor Street where my patience is put to trial.
You tricked me, made me believe. the boy deserves another shot.. Empty words without any meaning,. you really but me on the spot.. I thought I made a good impression,.
If this place lost its spirit, I wouldn't know what to do. That's right, I wouldn't know what to do. If this ground started cracking, my heart would to.
Creative movements, some say they're destructive. A way of self expression. Now, give me some soulful rock. Without hesitation. . As I walk through the street art gallery.