Shoplifter, you'll never learn. When you commit the crime. Shoplifter, you're getting burned. And now you gotta do the time. . It's a 1, 2, 3 on the felony.
All my life trouble follows me like a mystery girl. And I've been chasing down a memory like a mystery girl. I've been getting lost searching my soul all around this town.
She. She screams in silence.. A sulley roit penetrating through her mind.. Waiting for a sign to smash the silence with the brick of self control.. . Are you locked up in a world that's been planned out for you?.
Well, I crossed the river. Fell into the sea. Where the non-believers. Go beyond belief. . Then I scratched the surface. In the mouth of Hell. Running out of service.
Maybe I'll see you tonight. Maybe I'll see you tonight. . .... Wherever the night takes you. . Maybe you'll see me too. .... . The colder it gets, you won't see me anymore.
I've got some scattered pictures lying on my bedroom floor. Reminds me of the times we shared. Makes me wish that you were here. Cause now it seems I've forgotten my purpose in this life.
You come around every now and then. Your clothes are different,. but you're still the same. Why else would you come here?. Scumbag on a mission. . You're telling me it's been a while.
Roaming 'round your house. Wasting your time. No obligation, just. Wasting your time. So why are you alone?. Wasting your time. When you could be with me.
This whiskey sour, amateur hour. Raise your glass and toast your friends. Someday we will fight again. . Well, your enemies, your tragedies. Pocket knives and rusty chains.
St. Jimmy's coming down across the alleyway. Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade. Lights on the silhouette. He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of One, Two.
I got a rock and roll band. I got a rock and roll life. I got a rock and roll girlfriend. And another ex-wife. . I got a rock and roll house. I got a rock and roll car.
I'm rottin' inside. My flesh turns to dust. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?. . I'm so sick to death. Tumors in my head. Whisper, are you dying in my ear?.
I've got a really bad disease. It's got me begging on my hands and knees. So, take me to emergency. 'Cause something seems to be missing. . Somebody take the pain away.
I always waste my time just wondering. What the next man thinks of me. I'll never do exactly what I want. And I'll sculpt my life for your acceptance.
Who the hell are you to tell me what I am. And what's my master plan. What makes you think that it includes you?. Self-righteous wealth. Stop flattering yourself.
Hey can you hear me?. I'm calling your name. Hello? Or is this goodbye?. The gleam in your eyes. It troubles my brain. Will I see it again?. So I can rest my head.
I'm all busted up. Broken bones & nasty cuts. Accidents will happen. But this time I can't get up. She comes to check on me. Making sure I'm on my knees.
We're living in repetition. Content in the same old shtick again. Now the routine's turning to contention. Like a production line going over and over and over.
I wonder down these streets all by myself. Think of my future, now I just don't know. Well I don't seem to care. I [incomprehensible] notice that I'm by your home.
I see you. Down on the front line. Such a sight. For sore eyes. You're a suicide. . Makeover. Plastic eyes. Lookin' through a numbskull. Self-effaced.