Oh, this death, moment by moment. Darker and darker, down and down. I feel your cold breath, I feel your cold breath. Oh, this death, moment by moment.
I been lost and all alone like a statue made of stone. But now I'm coming home. I fell for a painted face, thought I'd fallen out of grace. But now I'm coming home.
She wore a low-cut black satin dress. Slit up the front and down the back. She wore black high-heeled shoes. With laces that went up her ankles. . She wore black velvet gloves.
We come from a blue planet light-years away. Where everything multiplies at an amazing rate. We're out here in the universe buying real estate. Hope we haven't gotten here too late.
Way up in the hierarchies. Mr. Big picks up his horn. Floats a note down through the lowlands. And another star is born. Then he turns another million.
Ich schau dir in die Augen. Ich seh in dein Gesicht. Will für immer an dich glauben. Doch weiß ich nicht wer du bist. Es ist Zeit zu sehen. Zu verstehen wie es ist.
He was born in Brooklyn. And grew up in the Church of Rome. There was a girl there who loved him and had faith. He loved her like a madman, he loved her like a fool.
Bongo rama lama ram das kapital. Bruja ya ya no no na nah nah. Call your marker darker darker. Call your marker darker darker. . Church of Texas sky paint well born.
Somewhere between Never Neverland and Wonderland. In a land called Never Wonderland. There lived a beautiful wealthy young divorce. With a checkered past and a bad memory.
The cat's out of the bag. And it ain't going back. Your plan has hit a snag. It has fallen through the crack. . I gotta tell on you. I gotta tell on you.
She was born in the back of a thirty four Ford. And raised in a foster home. Her guardian made sexual connection with her. Before she was even grown. .
If we were to pass an Eleventh Commandment. In twenty years people would be shocked to learn. That there had once been only ten. And wouldn't care if there had been.
For every little thing I did to hurt you. For every little way I made you cry. There's another line etched in my face. Another trace of sorrow in my eyes.
I went Euromad out on the road last fall. Between the Roman churches and the German music halls. Were it not for Mr. Gordon and his fine distillery. I might have never got this far, it would be all the same to me.
I am not important. I am a broken man. Throw myself on your mercy. You who have wronged me. . I built my life in vainglory. I lost sight of the light.
We lived outside the law. We struck with wild desire. We blinded all we saw. We made the sun our fire. . But now a lines been crossed. Our intuition lost.
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental. But diamonds are a girl's best friend.. A kiss may be grand,. But it won't pay the rental on your humble flat or help.
Born in captivity. Born in captivity. Born in captivity. We're all born in captivity. Born in captivity. . They make you stand in line for the first grade.
Up in New York City, 'neath the bamboo trees. She was eating sushi, he was on his knees. He tried to say he loved her but he could not win. She just fixed her lipstick and kept ignoring him.
[Intro}. Keep it real. keep it real mayne. keep it real (x2). T.I.D. Yea. till the day that i die (x2). no liee. . [Verse 1}. I painted real friends. who i thought.