young boy is killed by a gun toting driver. he caught him cuase the kid went too far. when the mad was asked why. he replied with conviction. i caught the young punk throwing stones at my car.
they were right, we've been trying. to play god without a license. light the candles i'll pour tea. don't pass judgement just pass the cream. i work in mysterious, mysterious ways.
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best. I've been gone for a month, I've been drunk since I left. These so-called vacations will soon be my death.
A little bird. told me a secret today,. I closed my eyes and wish that he'd fly away.. When you're blind with love,. When you're blind with love,. You need a seeing eye friend..
I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold. Better get a grip on myself I'm told. I've grown bitterly, shameslessly,. indescribably cold. . I dove well into my cups.
this tumble down street's just a run down street. ringing with the clatter of restless feet. they're kicking in the windows on gottingen street. just to steal the quiet for the night.
The angel watching over me. Was needed someplace else. Kicked out the feet from under me. And watched me fall to earth. . I learned a thing or two, you know it.
Said it once, said it twice. It carried on through the night. You were feeling big. and looking bigger. You came down upon her figure. . Six-foot-four, two-hundred pounds.
I'm so content to stand in line,. wait and see, pass the time,. talk a streak, fall asleep,. wake up late, whine and weep,. I kiss the hand that slaps me senseless,.
the water is black the coast was clear. now they're sweating dollars dripping fear. what a way to end the fiscal year. mopping up the dirty pool. mopping up the dirty pool.
I'm a part of the furniture, this boozer's my home. I've been here forever, this barstool's my throne. I'm drinking short whiskeys with a half pint of stout.
I offered up a weak embrace. 'Till her song began to thin. Slowing to a trickle down her chin. Every head is cocked and still. Her troubles have gone on display.
The lighthouse winks across the water. blue white streamers a beacon of light. standing empty, whitewashed tower. where progress and man pass like ships.
You with the jaundiced eyes, drunk on your own reflection. Propped up wiht desks and flags, 8 chairs short of. Perfection. Lines drawn here, there and everywhere.
(Kelly/Mann). There was writing on the walls. Looked like "Circus" there for me. We were smoking Karl Marx. With the junkies in the park. I watched the barmaid keeping track.
(Kelly/Mann). . It's here where I feel it. . Funny how it's, funny how it's here. . Where I feel it. . Funny how it's, funny how it's here.. . Related.
I never liked a bleeding heart. But a bleeding heart's what I've become. With a broken funny bone. And a rubber crutch to lean upon. . How can I turn from this mistake?.
High above the clouds. Bring on the trolley. Release three loons. For a screw-top red. And as we watch the Earth diminsh. Will it linger on the finish?.
Don't let me spend my career. Wound up in a bell jar the pop star gone too far. Don't let me end up in here. A self-centered spaceman out orbiting graceland.
Jesus hangs behind the glass. Above venitian doors. His window box boasts crimson flowers. Fresh cut the day before. . And you couldn't find a smile. If you nailed it to his face.