No problems or worries in my life, Just smooth sailing in my sights. But as soon as I turn my back, Everything just falls apart. I try to take these things in stride, But my hurt feelings I just can't hide.
Into the pit. . Bear witness to treason. Abeyance they cower. Compulsion of liars. Addicted to power. . Into the pit, into the pit. Into the pit, into the pit.
We Wrote Letters Everyday. . Well, no one was too upset. You know we were married in the war. And I went with him to Pennsylvania and California. But he went out the Pacific.
Open notes, playing with a soft delicate. Cover girl, million dollar legs stray. Pressured by a sequence, followed by shrined symptoms. Poison marked so free, its gonna kill me.
I learned a new word today, that word is NO. You don't get all the money I make just cause you own real estate. You don't get forty hours a week from me.
in the story of life. on every page,. this glorious reprise. i am alone again.. . i payed with my pride,. i'm leaving you everything. as you walk away tonight,.
That easy-going man of blood. Mucking out in the McLennan county mud. If you're hoping he won't well of course then he must. Driving his truck through the McLennan county dust.
Moms' in the kitchen giving her power way to a bottle of wine. Dad's in the office giving his power away selling his time. I didn't learn shit about life I learned to give my power away.
If I could find a place. To leave this world behind. Somewhere in time and space. Where I could ease my mind. I'd take you there. Where we could be alone.
The phone I rang. Your message picked up, I voiced my name. I could feel the tensions rise, the elevation. Now that you're here. Your voice is ringing oh so clear.
My congressman says I cant give my brother a clean syringe. If he should get aids and die, that's just too bad. My senator says I can't give my sister a clean syringe.
I'm...waiting to know you by the way. Send up the balloons, its right to assume yea. I'm waiting to know you by the way. Set up to the pier, wait till you get here yea.
Hey did you know. This room will fill with smiling folks. Who know me well. With dollar smiles and chairs that are made of gold. Impress, glass of wine and matching dining sets.
Torn by the wrath that burns like a buried flame. Crossed in the heart from this voice that's a nagging pain. Snared to the book of God with a twisted fear.
Sculptors Hands. At work spreads thin Clay over frames. It's just what he wanted flawless skin-deep deep eyes to look with. Mesmerize. In blank stare.
Wearing my scarf and my hat. And I squint and I sniff as I went around. Walked up the road through the woods. By the pines, by the lake as I heard the sound.
In the hour and 28 minutes you spent writing for your zine about. How so and so sold out and lost all credibility in the punk rock scene. 1000 children died of starvation and you didn't do a damn thing.
Torn by the wrath that burns like a buried flame. Crossed in the heart from this voice that's a nagging pain. Snared to the book of God with a twisted fear.
Take your time, your on your own. And I'll be watching you as you sleep late tonight.. The feeling's only natural. To defile something that is beautiful..
Slip me out of my northern noose. My Easter Egg. My western wheel. And a snouthern snake. I've got a busted breast and a jiggly thigh. A rumpled roast and a ragged eye.