I used to sell a lot of things CD's Records Tshirts and Magazines. I used to sell a lot of things, patches and sticker. So I could buy guitar strings.
I am, I said and I believe. I made it here for something. This is my time, I'm here and now. And I'll fight on to get there. . With prejudice in mind.
I thought I was ahead of the game. Even though I could not name what I was looking for. I thought I had it all worked out. Even though I was feeling the worry and the doubt.
There's a man without a home. With a girl who has no name. They're the face in every town. Underneath, we're all the same. . Wonder. She has come and gone.
Theres nothing like being torn apart. By what holds you, holds you together. Should have built my house in something solid. Standing in center of a glass table.
I heard a song once and it was beautiful and it was free and it was my dream. I lost my housing at the sweet young age of fourteen. I heard a song on the radio, it was my dream.
Catamaran Man you're my cousin you're my blood you're ten feet tall. and tan from the sun after sailing all day you sleep in your car. throw the cushions on the floor and listen to the sweet sweet dub.
Your eyes are watching me closely. Somehow you think that you're not seen. You look through me in deep thought. But all that's on your mind is my unreal faults.
Walking through a maze of giving orders. The narrow aisle so dim. Florescent light that echoes off the ceiling. Glass that speaks the light that tries to say.
I've just had beer wiped all over my face. There's cans all over the floor. Random skateboards everywhere. Someone just broke the door. . The phone is ringing for some time.
A dark shadow is arising. On a dry and thirsty soul. And in the darkness it is hiding. So no one could ever know. . Of the emptiness inside him. Or the rate at which it grows.
Fuck Marxism. Fuck Socialism. Fuck Capitalism. Fuck Anarchism. White man's got a whole lot of solutions. White man's got a whole lot of problems. White man's got a lot of bright ideas.
Why do you wait. For the sun to dry your eyes. When you lie you can't see. Exhaust fumes make you. Numb, sleep, run. A leaf in the highway wind. . You will show yourself.
Goat's head in the deli case. Oh sweet angel-angel-bearded face. Paper mach parade on at night. That's what you do with no sunlight. In the tropical tropical.
My beloved sister called me on the phone today. She said, "I hate to be the one to tell you this". My beloved sister called me on the phone today. She said, "Lucky Dog shot himself in the head today".
I'm just looking at my bedroom door. It bores me, I don't know what life's for. This town sux, I wanna leave right now. But I got nowhere to go. . I've got no money and I'd like to go out.
I see You getting closer. I feel You coming near. My heart melts as I open my door. And all I see is You there. . Yes, my heart cries out. . I see You, oh my God.
Ever since you've been gone. My tired mind runs on and on. Through my memories. Of being with you. . I got to wonder why my love grows stronger. As these lonely nights grow longer.
Though Let's Be Fair. . Though let's be fair. I had other loves before my husband. Other sweethearts. Tom Kitsos, for instance. And another I won't mention.
A purple bruise. A fractured limb. . All covered up with lies. . A swollen face. A bloody tongue. This violence denied. . Empty now and meaningless. Ridiculed in shame.