I tried so hard to be good.. I really did;. to keep my comments inaudible,. to smooth the curl of distain. from my lips and nostrils.. I can't really help myself,.
I did a terrible thing. when I monkey-wrenched your circuitry.. And when they finally got to me,. I had built a monster worse than me,. and far worse than you..
Sit, it's December twenty-first,. Can't get no worse. The colors since you all dispersed. . Here, on the shortest of days. I got lost in the haze. Of old memories.
I didn't bother coming on back home.. I didn't bother calling you on the phone,. 'cause there are the little punches, they won't hurt anymore.. You're getting sleepy, this won't hurt anymore..
New Paint for the Walls. Holding Up for so Long. New Flowers for the Garden. When The Old ones have Fallen. New Vines Full of Grapes. When The Old Rot Away.
Backwards and forwards. Seems always undercovers. They lined us all. Pressed against the wall. There's nothing that you should fear. I'm the pilot behind the wheel.
So this is Xmas. And what have you done. Another year over. And a new one just begun. And so this is Xmas. I hope you have fun. The near and the dear one.
We set out in the spring. With a trunk full of books about everything. About solar devices. And how nice natural childbirth is. We cut down some trees.
Maybe better you than me. You're much weaker, you're more clumsy. When I forfeit my patience to you. So maybe you've had too much wine. Piggy's flushed up ankles swell up as my lady works the room.
Tears on your pillow. Falling down around you everywhere. What makes you think. That after all this time I really care. . I used to think you were the sweetest guy on earth.
You were the last one to be saved.. So, don't be the last one to the parlor that Sunday.. 'Cause now I, I like to think you are ashamed.. But I like to think..
This is it, huh?. Today's the day?. I've got something built up in you. . When I search the skies it's the. Same thing. When I search those eyes it's the.
I wish to use my body as a torch. I wish to use my body as a guide. To stream across your transatlantic sky. On a firecracker fourth of July. I'm raised on hockey, he's raised on electrology.
wall warts and wires,. emphatic the (p)liers you hide up your sleeve. the net work delays cant hold me from the day that i lick the bowl clean. you know what...your pistons and pliers.
I laid my black heart on the table. It may just make itself at home. My tender jewel my precious pearl. My ruby red my diamond girl. I'll see you head up on a pole....
How could you. Let it in your house. And let it in your bed?. To where the wallet lay. Another shiv instead. So how do you taste. When you kiss it on the face?.
Who do you think you are?. Who do you think you are -. to shove away the hand so fast?. Who do you think you are?. Well, maybe I'm the devil,. to harbor the sick and obscene..
Yo, this is how I'm comin' for the nine deuce. Another fat, fat track. So Rhythm D, pour the orange juice. And let's relax while sippin' on yak. Because it's like that.