We've been so caught up in the subject of personnel. Playing and acting, and slaving and bathing ourselves. . Who lies and who tries to come over everyone.
Aw, who's the queen of the locker room. Who's the cream of the crop. Poor Joey took her to the matinee. Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!". . Holy muscle of love.
Hey you out there in outer space. You're lookin' at some style and grace. The blood and gutty human race. Well, come on down here to meet us. . And all you sightings up there in the sky.
My stars. So far. No one's callin' me home. Space brain. Vagabond. Living on my own. . Come on you faithful. You know all you people should come to me.
If I should find myself in blackest night,. And fear is stabbin' me all over,. A tiny prayer cracks the dark with light,. And I here sounds behind my wall..
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Aw, who's the queen of the locker room?. Who's the cream of the crop?. Poor Joey took her to the matinee. Said, "God, she wouldn't stop!". . Holy muscle of love.
Mr and Misdemeanor. Middle of the roaders. Set beside the ocean. Landscapes alive agoshin'. Who put all of this in motion. . Lucky Luciano. Kenneth Pasarelli.
Be an Arab, Be a Jew. Be a boxing kangaroo. Beat yourself all black and blue. I don't care. . Be a bleeder, Be a Cancer. A hemophiliac romancer. Be a crippled disco dancer.
The city streets are wet with rain tonight. Taxi drivers swerve from lane to lane. A lonely guitar man playin' down the hall. Midnight blues comin' through the walls.
Billie I wonder why are we insane. Will we ever get better. Will we stay the same. Billie I'm worried. . Millie don't worry. No one knows our pain. Being in love is crazy not alone that way.
Aw, when you touch there, honey. Makes my blood perspire. You got my body flaming. Like a California fire. Pulsing, pounding, pushing. No longer in control.
I wake up every morning, Six o'clock, I'm right on time. I eat a low fat breakfast, I tie a perfect tie. I kiss the wife, I hug the kids, I pat the dogs and cats.
When I was a boy. I never played with toys. Never had a friend. Never laughed or cried much. And when I was a boy. My father was a man. With a strict and sturdy hand.
I was the boy who said all of my prayers. Laid my clean face on the pillow. Tucked in real tight, so safe and secure. Through the night. I heard a noise, it was probably nothing.
I slipped into my jeans. Lookin' hard and feelin' mean. I took a spit at the moon. It's all in this luney tune. Just a little insane. A couple shots, I can't feel no pain.
Somebody saw you at the station. You had your suitcase in your hand. You didn't give no information. You walked off with another man. I'm always standing in the shadows, baby.
I can't get a girl. 'Cause I ain't got a car. I can't get a car. 'Cause I ain't got a job. I can't get a job. 'Cause I ain't got a car. So I'm looking for a girl with a job and a car.
Somebody told me love's a beautiful thing. And when I found it all the bells would just ring. The sun would shine and all the birds would sing. Then I met you.
You got your crust. Turning my daydreams into dust. . Oh, look at you over there. Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear. Yeah, look at you over there.