for 23 years we've told you to beware. to be aware. before awake. your freedoms are being eroded [x2]. your needs blocked [x2]. your freedoms are being eroded.
And the fires almost dead. Well, there's this ringin' in my head. Like a runaway train that's ridin' through my mind. . Tried to nurse me back to health.
You'll find what you're after. Lying on the pavement. You'll find what you're after. Lying on the pavement. . You'll find what you're after. Lying on the pavement.
You have to get the consensus of the public.. But you have not gotten the consensus of the public.. Your music is rubbish; it's garbage.. ...it's garbage..
you can speak the bigger eves are lies. the silence burns you, you can close your eyes. waiting to be over, to be over. you can beat the bigot man. the sucker of his slave.
I've made it, my dear, face it. I still kiss the darkness. What I've wasted, I still taste it. I'm sickened and hardened. . I'm gonna tear. I'm gonna tear your walls down.
you can speak the bigger eves are lies. the silence burns you, you can close your eyes. waiting to be over, to be over. you can beat the bigot man. the sucker of his slaves.
Your door wide open, the words you've spoken. And I hang like rain clouds pending the storm. Cut me slowly like you owe me. I feel like being torn. . Show me 'round the rooms in your house.
Look out your front door, there's ship comin' in. I can't tell you what it brings. So carry your grief on down to the port. Tonight were bound for other shores.
WAR ICH NICHT IMMER EIN GUTER JUNGE? - Pigface. . War ich nicht immer ein guter Junge?. War ich nicht immer schn und nett?. Ich zerpflckte niemals eine Spinne -.
(on Glitch, titled Image of Red Cut in Half; poem about Peter Frampton(Who:)). Peter Frampton. sits alone in his shriveled black home(hole?). searching his gruesomely mutated memory for some kind of clue.
Standing in the wind and rain, I'm underneath your wheel tonight,. Was underneath your heel tonight, this truth has brought us to our knees,. Waiting here out in the street a prisoner under these lights,.
they grow, I know anxious cracked the dawn in circles in the floor. *?*...no while. hey baby won't you come back to me now. hey baby won't you come back...to me now.
My knuckles are bleeding on your front door. and these flowers are wilting in the rain.. They were for you and now they are for no one.. They are irrelevant as mercenaries in times of peace..
Cathy: Hi, my name is Cathy and I'd like to welcome you to the Psychic. Advisor. Martin: Hi Cathy. C: Can I get your first name?. M: Yeah, this is Martin.
Lying here tonight. Lying here tonight it's all you think of. Parading through these lights. And falling from these heights it's all you think of. . For chance has laid its cold hand.
Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground. In front of the snowcone stand. And began licking at the girl's eyeballs. As if they were sugar cubes.
I tried that in my only room, I've thrown away the key. to my only room. circumstances have forced this path. we haven't much time left. (undecipherable).
Tonight, I started drinking. Sinking in deepened love. Once we drink with passion. Now Im drunk, Tolstoys fashion. . Rain falls like tears from Heavens bound.