I've got a quarter in my pocket. Of an apple left to eat. It's a wonder that I'm standing. On my own two feet. . In the shadow of a thousand. Veiled Victorian goodbyes.
Down on Haley, Haley Street. Where the drugs are easy and the sex is cheap. You never know just who you'll meet on Haley. Crack dealer looks out his door.
Down on Haley, Haley Street. Where the drugs are easy and the sex is cheap. You never know just who you'll meet on Haley. . Crack dealer looks out his door.
Thinking about the time we share. And how I wasn't there. It hurt me. These people overwork me. Then I heard maybe soon you'll leave. Excuse me lord if you have tricks up your sleeve.
God is good, I never understood. All the darkness in his soul.. And God made man, the only way he can,. But for a heart he left a hole... . And it's killing you.
Fuckin' posers. Yo yo yeah, yo yo yeah, yo yo yeah, yo yo yeah, uh, yeah. Fuckin' posers, it's almost over now, it's almost over now. . For all you fuckin' posers, yeah.
Don't hate me because I'm beautiful. Don't hate me because I'm the best. Don't hate me because I'm the champion. Just love me like all the rest do. . Don't be jealous when you see me in my fancy clothes.
When I let you into my closet. Right behind the leopard skin coat. Will you still revere and adore me?. Will you just become more remote?. . Will you see the actual me.
Hallelujah,. And all the rest he's got the tv on. While he's making love to himself. And in the corner of the darkness. A spider climbs the wall -. Back into darkness.
Woke up I had the same clothes on I had on last night. Damn. I must have passed out. And cash is just like the clothes I worn yesterday. We are broke.
Knee High!. Argyle!. Tube!. . I was thinking of you while I jerked off into my sock last nite. I was thinking of you while I jerked off into my sock. I was thinking of you.
In the race to get out of this place. I am checking my face in the back of a spoon. You're accusing, you say I'm not here. But I'm here, yes I'm here, I'm not on the moon.
She's too old for the playground. She's too young for the graveyard. She's too wise for me to tell her I've got plans. She loves my CD collection. She's always on to the next one.
I've got a friend, he's a purebred killing machine. He said he's waited his whole damn life for this. I knew him well when he was seventeen. Now he's a man who'll be dead by Christmas.
Do the Maurie (repeat). . Have a shot of Bacardi now. Have a bottle of beer now. Stand up and shake it around. . You should do it!. Go! Go! Go!. . Do the Maurie (repeat).
I took a plane to Paris to remind me what I've lost. And I spent the day in a sidewalk caf writing. I wrote thirty postcards all to you and every one said.
Dear Frustrated Superstar. Your mother's waiting in the car. To whisk you off to your new premiere. And all the friends who knew your name. . Are waiting, wondering what became.
Oh oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh ohh. . I saw her at the club. She was standing with a French girl. Bonswashe Lepupe. Yeah, she had a beautiful smile.
Long ago, we watched the videos. On Headbanger's Ball that's where we learned it all. Wearing spandex pants, six-string lasers in their hands. Synchronized guitars they laid out the master plans, yeah.
You came by in the hat your mother knit you. In clothes that do not fit you anymore. You sat down in the corner of my bedroom. I hung the, 'Closed for Good' sign on my door.