Adjectives on the typewriter. He moves his words like a prize fighter. The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell. . The man on the street might just as well be.
I've got wheels of polished steel. I've got tires that grab the road. I've got seats that selflessly hold my friends. And a trunk that can carry the heaviest of loads.
I'm writing a song all about you. A true song as real as my tears. . But you've no need to fear it. 'Cause no one will hear it. Sad songs and waltzes.
I'm writing a song all about you. A true song as real as my tears. But you've no need to fear it. 'Cause no one will hear it. Sad songs and waltzes aren't selling this year.
You've painted up your lips and rolled, and curled your tinted hair. Ruby are you contemplating going out somewhere?. The shadow on the wall tells me the sun is going down.
Do you think she's swimming in your lies?. Do you think it's all just murky green?. Don't you think that she would realize?. Yeah, do you think that she has never seen?.
Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly. How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzzi?. And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket?.
The land of race car ya-yas. The land where you can't change lanes. The land where large fuzzy dice still hang proudly. Like testicles from rear view mirrors.
Without the pretty pink ribbon. You'd end up just like me. Without the pretty pink ribbon. Hey, you'd float down to the sea. . Without the pretty pink ribbon.
You won't admit you love me. And so how am I ever to know?. You only tell me. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. . A million times I ask you. And then I ask you over again.
You won't admit you love me.. And so how am I ever to know?. You only tell me. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.. A million times I ask you,. And then I ask you over again..
Your pentagram is down below our floor. Your naked body shimmers in the night. Dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. Your feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies.
Sweet child of mine yeah. Sweet child of mine. Don't you know how I love you so. Sweet child of mine. . Body and soul you 're a marvel child. I've walked with you for many weary miles.
When the house was standing. You'd never have believed it. When the house was standing. You'd never have believed. The bricks and mortar, have all given way.
Nobody told me, the rain was gonna fall this hard. Nobody told me I would feel such pain. And nobody explained to me, the things these eyes would see.
I am an opera singer. I stand on painted tape. It tells me where I'm going. And where to throw my cape. . I call my co-star's brother. I call my co-star's name.
My love for you's an everlasting love. Not hinged upon the good of (ashadine). You stand before me now, justified and clean. . An' your righteousness is like filthy rags.
She's writing, she's writing. She's writing a novel. She's writing, she's weaving. Conceiving a plot. It quickens, it thickens. You can't put it down now.
Hush and let me hold you now,. While the rain is falling hard. Soon we'll find the laughter,. Even though the skies are dark.. . Hear me whisper,. Somewhere peace and hope exist..
Okay alright, uh no. This one, this one, this one. . Heads of state, who ride and wrangle. Who look at your face, from more than one angle. Can cut you from their bloated budgets.