In a basement flat, lying undercover. In a head full of height were a couple of lovers. I'll buy you san-energy, I'll buy you a beer. Hotfoot it downtown, if you move, I'll shoot.
Junk shop clothes will get you nowhere. They're out of season, betrayal without treason. Junk shop clothes will get you nowhere. There is one reason why your mother was a seamstress.
They were hanging on for grim life. They were clutching at straws. They were sure the ship was at port. As it sailed far from shore. . They were keen philosophers.
I a rich mans toy. Sick of the way youe been putting me. down Sick of all your stupid games. I a rich mans toy. Youe a son of a gun and I easily led. Coming up sometimes for air.
I'm a rich man's toy. Sick of the way you've been putting me down. Sick of all your stupid games. I'm a rich man's toy. You're a son of a gun and I'm easily led.
Ooh yeah. Turn it up. Come on. . I'm working hard, you're working too. We do it every day. For every minute I have to work. I need a minute of play. .
In my role. As a ground breaker. As a pallbearer. In a home. . In my past life. As a benefactor. My lost years. As an actor. . The stars are brighter.
Yeah, alright, I'm at the bottom, lookin' up. Been there before but once ain't enough. I tried to quit but there ain't no way. I can't live by the light of day.
Wooh, hey what's that?. Blondes in black cars, yeah. Burning up the boulevard, ow. Blondes in black cars. And they're here for me, yeah. . Blondes in black cars, wooh.
When I first met you. You were not house trained. A backwards trier. The world's your oyster. Your time is mine. What's yours is mine, all mine. . There's no honor among thieves.
She lies waiting for another kill. Hiding her evil behind her thrill. Another victim, another night. Weaker heart don't even fight. . Well, I didn't realize.
Home again, house sittin' again. Riflin' through. Your possessions and stuff. The things that you are ashamed of. . Home again, house sittin' again. Lookin' through photos at the back of your draw.
Did you ever wonder. If you were gonna break. When you finally hear the call. You've had all you're gonna take. I know when I get there. There ain't nothin' left to say.
You may be wary of fallen stars. They're always poking around in the dark. The aerial view of a dying man. Screaming out, "Can you help me, invisible man?".
Well, they sent back all the bodies. Who were looking really hopeless. Well, it didn't seem that callous. Till they stopped you in your flow. . She's surrounded by her wardens.
Early years were a shroud man. Only a gray cloud, shot in the dark. Hangin' out with your dad. . And his plans for revenge. In some hick-town. Caravan park.
Who cares about. your mystic lies. Is it a claim to some reality. I found myself barefoot. on stones. I don think. t was meant to be?. I don think. t just had to be?.
Who cares about. your mystic lies. Is it a claim to some reality. I found myself barefoot. on stones. I don't think. 'It was meant to be'. I don't think.
Their legend lay in tatters. From Perth to John O'Groats. The Dead Sea navigators. Should've been buried at birth. . And of course, I loved them dearly.
You've had your fill of laughing gas. And pacing 'round the waiting room. Heard you moved into an empty house. When they broke into the girls bedroom.