And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold. And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told. And you live in the past or a dream that you're in.
Now you sit there thinking feeling insecure. The mocking court gesture claims there is no proven cure. Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall.
It started out with butterflies. On a velvet afternoon. With flashing eyes and promises. Caught and held too soon. In a place called Ixea. With it's pumpkin oval moon.
Going down a dirty inner city side road. I plotted. Madness passed me by, she smiled hi. I nodded. Looked up as the sky began to cry. She shot it.. . Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn.
And I'll forget about the girl that said no. Then I'll tell who I want where to go. And I'll forget about your lies and deceit. And your attempts to be so discreet.
I wonder how many times you've been had. And I wonder how many plans have gone bad. I wonder how many times you had sex. I wonder do you know who'll be next.
Just a song we shared, I'll hear. Brings memories back when you were here. Of your smile, your easy laughter. Of your kiss, those moments after. I think of you,.
Did you read the Sunday paper. about the strong stomached 25. Who from an expedition. All came back alive. From that hostile country. Where only the stones survive.
Wena soy el Byron soy terrible choro y me gusta el reggeaton. soy un flayte ediondo muy pasao a caca y me gusta el reggeaton. no pago en la micro y te asalto en la calle y me gusta el reggeaton.
Woman please be gone. You've stayed here much too long. Don't you wish that you could cry. Don't you wish I would die.. . Seamy, seesaw kids. Childwoman on the skids.
I'm only halfway up the stairs. Not up or down. I'm only halfway up the stairs. Since you let me down. So won't you tell me. Tell me please. What you're gonna do.
Gorda, hedionda, a axila No te acerques ms!. Apesta, tu guata, mugrosa No te puedo abrazar!. . HaaaaaAAAAaaa !!. Me da asco tu guata asquerosa !!. HaaaaaAAAAaaa !!.
Come on down and see me. You know my name well. I'm everything you've read. I've got it to sell.. . The ladies on my street. Aren't there for their health.
But thanks for your time. Then you can thank me for mine. And after that's said. Forget it.. . Don't be inane. There's no one to blame. No reason why.
Was it a huntsman or a player. That made you pay the cost. That now assumes relaxed positions. And prostitutes your loss?. Were you tortured by your own thirst.
Have you ever had a fever,. From a bitter-sweet refrain,. Have you ever kissed the sunshine,. Walked between the rain.. . Well, just climb up on my music,.
Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas. And I talked to Jesus at the sewer. And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business. While the rain drank champagne.
Born in the troubled city. In Rock and Roll, USA. In the shadow of the tallest building. I vowed I would break away. Listened to the Sunday actors. But all they would ever say.
I've played every kind of gig there is to play now. I've played faggot bars, hooker bars, motorcycle funerals. In opera houses, concert halls, halfway houses..
It's Just the Sun, that"s shining in your eyes,. Its just the Moon that is the sun's disguise'. It's just the sky, with clouds a blowin' by. The sun and the moon and the sky.