Blood shot eyes. I look at you with blood shot eyes. I couldn't hide it from you tonight. I couldn't keep it from the light. . Dry your eyes. You didn't need to dry your eyes.
You've got it coming for ya. all the work's been done. so celebrate the time's when. your world was calm. . howling at the moon still. at the white white ghost.
Cling to your god and guns,. the banjo's playing Hot Cross Buns,. Bucket seats set to recline,. no need to cross the county line.. Are the Arabs closing ranks ,.
Well I heard that your state could be sinking,. deep into the briny sea,. and all of them earthquakes got you thinking,. 'bout leaving Californee-ee..
For all the deepest thought compiled,. philosophy to laws of physics. no one's ever heard or seen,. a more beautiful thing,. than this love that saved us..
I know that you're probably mad at me. I've come to expect that. You know that you'll never have all of me, you've come to resent that. You say "tomato", I say "video games", you're acting so solemn. You'll take the precious remote control from me. Do I sound like Gollum? (It's) not that I'm escaping, you charm me like the flame does moths, it's just that you'd prefer me docile, like a narcoleptic sloth..
I know that you're probably mad at me. I've come to expect that. You know that you'll never have all of me, you've come to resent that. You say "tomato", I say "video games", you're acting so solemn. You'll take the precious remote control from me. Do I sound like Gollum? (It's) not that I'm escaping, you charm me like the flame does moths, it's just that you'd prefer me docile, like a narcoleptic sloth..
My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again,. at ten-o-clock on Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.. I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people I dont smoke,.
It's five minutes from the show,. So where the heck did Micah go?. I don't know, he's not around,. I didn't hear him make a sound.. His whereabouts we could not find,.
Kingdom,. Of the dinosaurs. Kingdom,. Of the dinosaurs. Rip off your face,. Of the dinosaurs. Kingdom,. Of the dinosaurs. Eeee-lak. Goo-be-schna. That's caveman talk!.
When I go out. I play in the street. I get hit by cars. I make mashed potatoes. I get hit by CARS.
My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on. Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.. I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people i dont smoke, see the cop.
I am a breadwinner. I chose to brick these walls somehow. Beneath the city spires. I gave my shoulders to the plow. Cold and cruel the concrete. The wicked pavement chokes the sky.