Beneath The Wheel. . Go! - Don't be late. First one out of the starting gate. Run! - Be on time. First one to cross the finish line. . Swim ahead of the school.
(Shel Silverstein). . Many dark and dreary days have gone and passed me by. Since you took my heart and dashed it to the ground. Many long and lonely nights I'd lie and wonder why.
They've known all along. Since the first time they dropped the bomb. They saw the power. Everyone knew it was time to stop. But they could not. Well I've seen the sign.
I'd like to get to know you better. I'd like for you to know me too. Could I have your name and number?. I'd like to spend some time with you. . Would you tell me where your job is?.
Cigarretes and taste of your JD. That room can't hide the lips of my lady. She's sometimes kind of brave and through her glass and ice. I'm loosing all my senses.
(H. Smith/D. Locorriere). . You walked into the room. I smelt your perfume. And I could see your body talkin'. Got up and grabbed the chance. C'mon we're gonna dance.
I'm building a spaceship in my backyard. Using pieces of our family car. I'm building this spaceship out of this car. So I can fly off and live among the stars.
Hey, punk, with that bottle in your hand. what makes you so sad?. could life really be that bad?. sure, you've got your reasons. but your alibis are lies.
Argument then war. Even the score. Retaliate, revenge. The will to win. . Man can't be wrong. Man can never get along. Man wants to fight. Man wants to be right.
(S. Weedman). . It's raining again, here in my hotel. I guess I'm a little lonely and I don't feel very well. Maybe this time I'm really dying, now wouldn't that be swell.
Eyes full of hate, quick to condemn. Just stay in the dark and wait for an end. You don't really care, it's just give and take. Keeping the distance, keeping it fake.
Beware of lovers, who close their eyes. They could be hiding a thousand lies. You never know who they fantasise. Beware of lovers who close their eyes.
Will our children look back. With hatred or despair. At a generation of idiots. Who just didn't care. About the fossil fuel fumes. And the aerosol sprays.
I'm your friend you can talk to me. I read your fate I see misery. 'Cause the one you love has left you dry. Don't start believin' that you're gonna die.
Where have all the children gone?. How long must the search go on?. See them on the milk carton. Someone stole their only son. Abducted from their place of play.
A coffin is ugly. A coffin is sad. Destined to be. One's last pad. . To lay in as a corpse. For the rest of your life. In another coffin, of course. Next to you is your wife.
(E. Stevens/P. Overstreet). . I don't want to see you cry. Your crying always changes my mind. And we know well. It's livin' hell. Pretending our love hasn't died.
(Shel Silverstein). . The mornin' sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan. In her white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town. As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers.
Thank the good Lord for rock and roll, thank the good Lord for gin. Thank the good Lord that women are made to satisfy their men. Thank the good Lord for Black and Red and our good buddy Will.
Night falls on the city, baby feels the beat. Slick and sexy angel of the street. The queen of all the night birds watch her when she walks. She don't say nothing but, baby makes her blue jeans talk.