Terminus..... . Well.... . Cooped up inside the house,. she had no place to go. runnin for the weekend. her daddy done told her no.. . all alone with the TV set.
Sugar is sweet. but you're much sweeter.. flowers are pretty. but you're even prettier.. And you're love is warmer than a summer day. but you're so young and we can't go on this way..
fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream spend all your money on the fashion =. machine spots and stripes and spandex pants pay a hundred dollars to =. learn how to dance spend fifty dollars on a sweater think it's gonna =.
Not sure if you're already wrung. Not sure if the sun dries your clothes. Not sure of your plans months from now. Not sure if you're travelling alone.
Every day's Saturday when you're doin' time. I don't have to leave this room. Every day's Saturday when you're doin' time. Have a smoke and watch cartoons.
Uh huh. Take it. Won't you take it or leave it ?. Won't you take it or leave it ?. . Ain't too mutch to look at. But fun to be around. ?. So take me home to moma.
deadhead, deadhead, take another toke deadhead, deadhead, you're a lousy =. joke friend of the devil, who you trying to kid friends of the devil are =.
Once there was a man with the world in his hands. And his visions were known far and wide. But power breeds boredom so friends he ignored them. His freedom just withered and died.
I just had to get away this morning. To keep you off my mind. Your memory haunts me without warning. And I need a place to hide. And a little help to just unwind.
Beneath my skin. Sun's rushing in. Makes it pink and then red. Press back on me. For what can we pray. . Yeah I'm dreaming of another. Another... feeling... its coming.
I say how can it be that man owns the land, can we possess the sky, the wind, the call of the seasons ?. Man does not own the earth, but rather the earth owns man, were merely caretakers of the wild for our children..
Standin' round at a punk rock show. I'm watchin' a band that's way too slow. I'm feelin' fine from beer and whine. But this damn place is a waste of my time.
Give it a chance and maybe it'll turn out better. Than it's supposed to. Broken romance shouldn't leave you sayin' never. 'Cause you'll never have a clue.
Midnight in the cellar. Dinner on the floor. Sleeping in the gutter. He fights a private war. Hiding in the doorway. Weapon at his side. Rob you for a nickel.
So well composed. You seem like absolute perfection. Much to perfect for a boy. Who is used to big rejection, so I. . I watch you through a lens. Just slightly out of focus.