I'm in the sky when I'm on my floor. The world's a mess and you're my only cure. There's no time for me to act mature. The only words I know are more, more and more.
I like going to the dyke march. Because I like to be surrounded with women.. Marching naked ladies.. We recruit.. We recruit.... There's no one telling us where to stand or where to be......
So defeated, thinks it's funny. Film Festival, Retro Porn. Shabby Chic, BiCostal. Soundtrack, Carnivore. . Transgressive, Gone Fishin'. Shock Value, Good Contract.
We learned this lesson five times fine: fake left, go right, back-stabs read minds!. Taillights shine beautiful, they make halos on the road.. Don't give our keys to the city to shark-suits, b-sides, free-things-please!.
Who took the bomp?. . Every day and night. Every day and night. I can see your disco, disco. Dick is sucking my heart out of my mind. . I'm outta time, I'm outta fucking time.
In New York the shooting of another unarmed black man. Raises further questions about NYPD tactics. On Friday an undercover policeman. Shot and killed Patrick Doorsman.
The stars are getting in and out of automobiles. And we keep wondering when we're gonna feel something real. Keep waiting for a Santa that will never come.
The stars are getting in and out of automobiles. And we keep wondering when we're gonna feel something real. Keep waiting for a Santa that will never come.
I got your name and number. You seem kinda surprised. Maybe it's 'cause I can be. You know like cold as ice. . In crowded situations. I always want to go.
I got your name and number, you seem kinda surprised.. Maybe it's 'cause I can be, you know, like cold as ice.. In crowded situations I always want to go..
There was a time when men were kind. When their voices were soft. And their words inviting. There was a time when love was blind. And the world was a song.
your as good as your word. i guess that dont apply to you. you told me so many things but none of them were true. pretended not to see the truth. i was living lies.
Baby I love you. And baby I need you. To take my dying pain?.. . Thinking about my baby girl. In this crazy world. And where would I be. If I didn't have her.
I counted the seconds. As they passed me by like hours. Avoiding contact with the world. That seeks to find me. . Somehow they've found a way. Of making me the firing range.
Life full of sin, filth within. Chant in the ring, laugh and sing. . Walk into the light. Pain is out of sight. . Eyes shining clear, feel no fear. The end is near, blood red tear.
A murderous mind screams in pain when death arrives. Gasping for air but life is fading from it's eyes. Placed in the tomb as evil power drawing near.
Make my decisions, carry my flame. Reading my lines for the camera's stare. Sentenced to follow. . Mental incisions easy to trace. Recycled all of my daily rhymes.
I shivered and listened. To a cold night's warning. I've never walked closer. To the edge of the dawning. . Every step that I take. Could carry me homeward.
Rising resistance decision to abort. Plan of peace in danger. This weight on our shoulders, much too heavy now to hold. Dreams of high cards, now have been thrown fold.