Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse (Hey, what up girl?). Grab my breezer, I'm out the door I'm gonna be really loud (lets go). Cause I don't care who I piss off yeah I'm a real big sinner.
Wake up in the morning feeling like Winehouse (Hey, what up girl?). Grab my breezer, I'm out the door I'm gonna be really loud (lets go). Cuz I don't care who I piss off yeah I'm a real big sinner.
Some of them were superstitious. Sitting with their backs facing the orchard. All of them with mittens on their hands and feet. Were waiting there for winter.
If music be the food of love, I'm Gordon fucking Ramsey. Leading it like Gandhi... I'm the Beano... you're the Dandy. If you're bronze and silver... I'm the gold, gonna wish your Dad used a marigold.
I'm circling around you. We're headed for the starlight in the meantime. I love your spiral hair. That you remove and lay it there around me. Sometimes the starlight.
A baby's born in 1987. Into a family of love and care,. his mummy treats him like a gift from heaven,. his daddy shows him how to style his hair. A few years later it's a cold December and daddy leave to buy some milk and juice,.
Stone cutters made them from stones. Chosen specially for you and I. Who will live inside. The mountaineers gathered timber. Piled high. In which to take along..
When the first men on the ground were laid. I wouldn't fall under the mad skirts. Onward forth into a land of gold. Swords were drawn upon the road. .
This city's streets are tearing me apart. And I just wish for one second that i could call this place home. forget about it. we wont take this lying down.
One gigantic heart. Just refused to start. And now that the world's behind me. I'll lay here quite joyfully. . We went for a walk. To enjoy the day. Distracted by a bluebird.
I'm Mr. Amateur. On the freeway. I'm Mr. Amateur. With a cupcake. . And I couldn't fly. And I couldn't make where to go. So I stood alone with dirty face.
A rare silence you can't pay. the wishes, they are safe. in my box of treasure. but you smelled my life!. the warmth is sparkling inside. the luckiest miserable eyes I've seen.
Mornings will be kind to you in the future. Never mind the smog that makes your head hurt. Darling you could have that grave garden. Darling you could finish the things you started.
When the ice sings her lullaby. when seeds are spread. blue sky is inside. only once I sensed the spring. . Living memories. like yesterday. in sunshine they belong.
And he sings when he mops. Seems to help him a lot. Where there's uneven stairs. Mr. Landlord is there. . Well, he mops all day. Can't get away too long.
I saw Marion about to be swallowed up by the sea. Brings both minister and man to marry her. Soon you'll come home late and drunk. And throw a lantern that burns their house down.
As I stood in the shade there beside him. and as eyes turned to a paler shade of crimson. as I felt cold blood waves running down my spine. then I knew he wouldn't return.