Rudy was my friend. But he had an end. Oh yes, I did send him into an eternal sleep. I'm so sorry, boy. No longer my toy. Oh my pride and joy. You no longer go beep.
There's something about ravioli that gets my goat (in a good way). I really, really love to eat it. There's something about ravioli that floats my boat.
Tonight I went to a punk rock show. The band was really good and the lights were all low. I saw one on my left, I saw one on my right. Those punk rock chicks really made my night.
Boxed up in plastic and falling apart on the inside. Apathy, am I feeling fake today?. Today I don't know where the time flew by. I need to spend some precious time with You, Lord Christ.
So this is who I become when You leave me to myself. A burned up, hollow, angry, empty shell. An actor on a barren stage and even keel with unchanneled rage.
Fall down on my face, I trip toward my retreat. Seeking Your embrace. Blindly I find that I need only You. More, more, more for me, me, me. Bought into their mentality.
Andy's gonna be a marine. He'll eat mashed potatoes and a can of cold baked beans. He'll be out there digging a latrine. 'cause Andy's gonna be a marine.
Well, I see you starin'. From the front row, girl. With a challenge in your eye. Darin' me to knock you out of your seat. . And can't believe that a guy like me.
Epicurean theme to a never-ending sequence. Burns me out, dries me up. Up and out and through. My plans disappoint, drain my cup. Blind man sat in his room and he cried.
Don't put all Your hopes in this flesh. This flesh, this mess I am. Empty promises, my steady diet. Won't be quiet till I. . Spread, so thin devotion.
Get me out of this misery. I fall down to You on my knees. Get me out of this misery I pray You, God. . Ow, Lord! Why do You stretch me?. No no no no.
Day after day after day you live in your misconceptions. 'Cause our actions don't speak as loud as our words. It hurts, my friend, can I help you understand?.
Monday Mornin'. The sun wasn't out. You were lazy. The fight was last night. . It didn't set right. I was hazy. But you were cool. Actin' like nothin' happened.
Won't make do with your games. And your slamming the door. So fall down, fall through. So have done with your vice and your virtue. . It will take a lot to make it right.
Hey Little Miss Hazel Eyes. A glance from you just mystifies me. You're my prize, you see. I get google-eyed over thee. . Hey Little Miss Hazel Eyes. If you were a value meal I'd super-size you.
Hey Vinnie, I got this new fighter from the Bronx. He's a natural. Oh yeah, how?. Reminds me of Jake Lamotta. No. You can't lose with this one. You want a piece of the action or what?.
I climbed the door and shut the stairs. I said my shoes and took off my prayers. I brushed my clothes and took off my teeth. I pulled down my alarm and set my sheets.
I would like to call myself gifted. But for me they use a completely different word. Bright, intelligent, studious, or learned?. Oh no! They call me Nerd.
I got a feeling inside about to drive me half wild. I'm not afraid of it, I think I like the taste of it. We're gonna get it on tonight, things are feeling oh so right.
Jesus, lover of my soul. Jesus, I'll never let You go. You've taken me from the miry clay. Set my feet upon a rock, and now I know. I love You, I need You.