i woke up this morning. to a voice in my head. it said it's time to get a job. it said it's time to more ahead. it's time to do what's right. it's time you get a life.
As well you know you're mine. You're going through hard times. She's close to leaving. . Well, I don't know all that much. But you're maybe out of touch.
This time I wonder what it feels like. To find the one in this life. The one we all dream of. But dreams just aren't enough. So Ill be waiting for the real thing..
You ever been so bored. That you start counting all your teeth. As you squirm around and fidget. In you cluttered, lousy seat. . You ever been so tired.
fast and clean. in his rhythm machine. he goes down to the beach. but little does he know. the girls down there. are out of his reach. . he has a good time.
i have come so far-. from a wheelchair-. to walking away-. it must be fate-. the doctors to me-. that i may never walk. and here i am now,. i'm walking away-.
Hey I was just a skinny lad. Never knew no good from bad. But I knew life before I left my nursery - huh. Left alone with big fat Fanny. She was such a naughty nanny.
Wrap your fingers 'round this now. Well, I've heard things about you. Walking the halls, we know so well. And no way that could be true. . You got a girl, said she's a model.
Well, don't you shut that door. Don't you leave so soon. You wanna know where I've been. Well, I'll tell you the truth. I've seen it all before. None of this is new to me.
He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a big money maker. Spit and shine on his Alligator shoes. Doin' what he's doin', headed straight for ruin. And he doesn't even have a clue.
He said, "Take me to the sea. That is where I want to be". He said, "Take me to the sea. And let my mother bury me". . He was just an orphan child. Grew up in the Cayman Isles.
[Verse 1]. If you're anything like me, you probably don't read The Source. Anymore, and miss crews like the JVC Force. Don't stop, show no shame, dance to disco.
I got a letter and a picture from a stranger. I want to meet you, let me tell you who your son is. Well, on the block the people walk and talk and greet ya.
[Performed with Shooter Jennings]. . We played down in the .... We smoked ... they turn into a bar. This pretty little red hair girl. Took our drummer to her car.