Go on and wring my neck. Like when a rag gets wet. A little discipline. For my pet genius. My head is like lettuce. Go on dig your thumbs in. I cannot stop giving.
Go on and ring my neck. like when a rag gets wet. a little discipline. for my pet genius. my head is like a lettuce. go on and dig your thumbs in. I cannot stop giving.
Seek the golden key. that open blessed doors.. Seek it high and seek it low,. cherish it forever more.. Heaven's out of reach. for fondling hands of yours..
Tonight, tonight, the captain's dreams are bad. Searching for the tear and the distant shore. Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves. He doesn't dream of landing any more..
I see when I look at you, C'mon yea. . I see when I look at you, C'mon yea. . I see when I look at you, C'mon yea. . Things can get better if we talk to each other.
I am the prince of hypocrisy. an apostle of the lies.. Do as I say not as I do,. I'm only playing dice.. Hear the works of the prophecy. in my gospel of swarming flies..
When your soul stood over me. A future shadow. He boasted and sang to me. Farewell, so long. I'll awake you from this living sleep. We'll walk the shore, where you were born.
You can't dig what you don't understand, boy. Sometimes it's the only way. Well, the misery's so fucking exciting. Well, the fashion of it all's the fucking rage..
Fates now faded from a twilight time. when heathen hearts whitened and waned. told in tongues in riddles and in rhymes. treading in times when runes did reign..
Love...it's a beginning. A justifiable means to an end. And happiness, that triumphant feeling. Only comes from within. But ...you'll...never make the grade.
Many men are sent on a quest for the crown. Searching all corners of the great land. The minstrel tries to sing as before. But, the jester, he laughs no more.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------. (p) Faith No More. . Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;. Mike Patton: Vocals >.
Paved was his road with the golden bricks. To the glory and the fame.. Yesterday's hero sits quiet and low.. Promises of future lies shattered like broken glass..
The way you're holding me. I'm gonna blow up in your face. You know the way. You gotta light up and let go. . (I won't, I won't, I won't, I won't). You'd better let go.
We're gonna get get get that. We're gonna get get get that.. Let me Work ya Body. Cuz you're my Shawty. . We're gonna get get get that. We're gonna get get get that..
This is getting old. and so are you.. Everything you know. and never knew.. Will run through your fingers. just like sand.. Enjoy it while you can.. Like a snake between two stones.
I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty. Pour 'em and lay me on down. I'm thirsty, oh lord, i'm so thirsty. Pour 'em and lay me on down.. . There's nothing but windmills and smokestacks.
One day you're thinking that maybe you're feeling better. And you're probably an ok person, if only you had a job.... Through the hollow tombs can see them.
You turned off your fucking TV. And you don't listen to the radio. Well, you're looking really great to me. Well, you're blasting like a megaphone.. .
Staring out the window. As the world goes by. The hours pass too slow. Thinking back to the time. Before when this dream was. Just a vision in my head.