Money makes the world go round,. in every city and every town. Everybody has to work. But no one gets what they deserve. The IRS and Uncle Scam have manufactured a master plan to profit off all our hard work!.
Then I come in, they go mad. Hit my nose and hit my back. Break my every single bone. Throw me out just like a stone. . It's the corner, it's the dress.
it is not the waiting. summer sun is fading. but I am not complaining. is it any wonder,. carelessly lying turns me on. and I see our love it's fading.
I celebrate your skin. I celebrate you're in. I celebrate one day. Call it torture day. . You celebrate with grace. You celebrate your face. You celebrate one day.
I'm not afraid of anything. I just need to know that I can breathe. I don't need much of anything. But suddenly. . I am small and the world is big. All around me is fast moving.
every day I think of you,. won't you be a friend of mine?. all I do is think of you,. Caramia,. . and it blows my mind to find,. you're still out there,.
No matter what we say. No matter what we think. We will never, will never leave this room. What are we going to do about this?.
There's an oddity running down the stream. everybody's buying those C.F.C's. as the story unwinds it just gets sadder. cause every store is selling that extraneous matter.
I'm not proud of my country, I'm not proud of my skin,. I'm fed up with such approaches and thinking ain't a sin. . Think for yourself. . I reject our involvement in exploitation and hate.
would I ask for the moon. if I'm asking if you can hear. the sound of my soul. would it help me to get back here. . love comes in at last here she comes.
There's not much going on today. I'm really bored it's getting late. what happened to my Saturday. Monday's coming the day I hate. . Chorus:. I'll sit on my bed alone.
Just read an article on clogging arteries. Renewed subscription to my health food magazine. Don't wanna die young, paranoid about the future. I'm only 19 and I'm a health food connoisseur.
Hands, Hands. On her face again. I couldn't help myself. but run away. those hands. rueing everything. but i'm not afraid. of no one else. . Hands, your hands.
That was the day. They put that string into your head. It made such terrifying noises. That you wished that you were dead.. You've been thrown. To be the stone.
One day he woke up and he was ill. He tried to be like us. He tried to kill all our friends. We locked him in a cage but he was still. loud and so we left.
She loves him just enough, to be lad there. Spread eagle exposing her love. Her sighs and moans meant nothing to him. But a girl must do what she must do..
The Devil You And Me -. . We know we're not the smartest in this place we don't have to be. lights are out but anyhow this is what they see it's the devil it's you and me.
He doesn't know what's wrong. It's been this way for much too long. And nothing could be easier. Than blaming this on her. . Kicking in the womb, she brings it up.
Picked up a flyer just the other day. My favorite band was coming here to play. Last time they were here no one broke the silence. I hope this time it doesn't turn into a soundtrack for violence.
We're more than overwhelmed. By hundreds of hugs and a million good words. We are satisfied from Monday till Friday. And on Sunday we cry. . But we like it from that point of view.