Life's like a mayonnaise soda. And life's like space without room. And life's like bacon and icecream. That's what life's like without you. Life's like forever becoming.
What becomes a legend most. When she's alone in a hotel lobby. What becomes a legend most. Some bad champagne and some foreign bottled beer. . What becomes a legend most.
Waves of fear, attack in the night. Waves if revulsion, a sickening sight. My heart's nearly bursting, my chest's choking tight. Waves of fear, waves of fear.
i wish I was the warrior king in every language that I speak. Lord over all that I survey and all I see I keep. Power omnipresent undiminshed uncontrolled.
Holly came from Miami FLA. Hitch-hiked her way across the USA.. Plucked her eyebrows on the way. Shaved her leg and then he was a she. She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side,.
I got horrors in my luney tunes. I got dreams and you do, too. I got ten wheel drive, pick you up into your ears. I got retake carbine and in my eyelids gear.
I'm waiting for my man, 26 Dollars in my hand. Up to Lexington 125. Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive. I'm waiting for my man. Hey white boy, what you doing uptown.
Won't you be my wagon wheel. Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel ?. Yeah you got to live yeah your life as though you're number one. Yeah you got to live yeah your life.
Hey, if you are looking for a little action. Hey, if you are looking for a place to go. Hey, if you are looking for some satisfaction. Whoa, it's the voices of freedom.
The currents rage deep inside us. this is the age of Video Violence. The currents rage so deep inside us. this is the age of Video Violence. Up in the morning drinking his coffee.
You're caught in a vicious circle. Surrounded by your so called friends. You're caught in a vicious circle. And it looks like it will never end. . 'Cause some people think that they like problems.
Oooohh whee, look at me, looking for some sympathy. It's the same old story, of a man and his search for glory. And he found it, underneath the bottle.
If you gave up major vices. You're between a hard place and a wall. And your car breaks down in traffic. On the street. . Remember, I'm the one who loves you.
Lover, lover, why is there light. In the itchy gitchy evening and it's dark outside. And what is the difference between wrong and right. Wrong and right.
The trouble with a classicist he looks at a tree. That's all he sees, he paints a tree. The trouble with a classicist he looks at the sky. He doesn't ask why, he just paints a sky.
I met a new me at 8 am. The other one got lost. This was not a trade in. Although I wouldn't believe the cost. I woke up crying as we said goodbye. Me an my old self.
Walking, he stared raptly at her face. on his lips, her smell, her taste. Black hair framing her perfect face. with her wonderful mind and her incredible grace.
This is no time for Celebration. This is no time for Shaking Hands. This is no time for Backslapping. This is no time for Marching Bands. This is no time for Optimism.
You can't have the flower without the root. You can't have the fire without the soot. Even a stripper needs her red tasseled suit. And we were meant to be.
I hear a lonely cyborg. Sing a techno lullaby. It rocks me slowly back and forth. Up and down and side to side. . You say delicious. I open wide. It tastes and feels delicious.