Save. Save grace for leap day. No room for tears. Outside this door. . Go. Please daddy I'll show. My Friday night bruises. I will fight this war. . Our home feels like a foreign land.
Monday you'll be on your own. When the bars come out to play. Monday morning silver tongues. . The sounds of yesterday. Will no longer hurt I deem. Forget the sorrow melody.
We're all gods in the new age. On our knees in the new age. Sucking blood in the new age. . Lock your hearts. Lock the bedroom doors. . She took her feet in the new age.
Tonight, tonight we are the hollow. The hollow people from the bricks. The lights we keep it shallow. And you know it. And you need it. . The lights, the lights like this just swallow.
Early morning. Summer dew. Yellow empress. What 's life to you. . Be my downfall, shattered sun. Heavy flowers, we become. . Cut the grey ropes. That keep me tied.
[Intro:] "Anna paints a picture of a dream she (or a friend) once had of this punk visiting her town.". . I was trying to drive with my knees. while my sister and brother in Law were fucking in the back seat.
Today you're gonna be sick so sick. you'll prop your forhead on the sink. say oh christ oh christ oh jesus christ. my head's gotta crack like a bank. tonight you'll fall asleep in clothes so late.
sleep little one sleep, take comfort in the nights embrace. 'cause the morning sun will open your eyes and youll see that you live in a fucked up place..
You, Euphoria. Where did you go. Don't ever give up on me. You, Euphoria. You rise and fall. Don't ever give up on me. You, Euphoria. Where did you go.
She lives in madhouses, in war museums too. She reads dinosaur books, and books on Jesus too. . She sings at big time rallies, the smart tunes go la la la la.
I got nothing better to do than to shoot some pool. I'm linin' up shots, I'm looking so cool. I sink the yellow ball and the sun comes up, the night's all gone.
do you get what you want?. do you get what you need?. your mamma buys you drugs and makes you homade speed.. you need homemade speed.. she cooks it in the garage she hetas it up just right.
Down at the end of the freeway. Just behind some laundromat. There's a real gone little night spot. Just for real gone cats. It's called the Flat Top Joint.
zippo's toilet paper yeah thats true and the ashtrays just a petting zoo. were not gonna piss in a cup no were gonna fuk shit up. shooting up and smokeing dope live fast die young is what we hope.
The promise. The taste of your lips. The 'of hope. Can you hear it, sweet Selene?. . Girls from the shore are singing. Can you hear them, sweet Selene?.
dont forget the struggle dont for get the streets. you dont have to worry youre such a creep. the lower east side is the place thats true. but its for fighting cops not for fighting you.
No lights. On the radar screen. From your heights. Trying not to be seen. With your sub machine. You shoot to kill. . Chase. Chase the meteor. Without luck.
hot air hangs like a dead man. from a white oak tree. people sitting on porches. thinking how things used to be. dark night. dark night. . the neighborhood was changing.
I took my dolly of the shelf her teardrops were dry,. she looked so familiar she made me vomit but she didnt make me cry,. I said get me a cookie cause I really need one.
Im in the corner of the cockroach cafe a man hums and it makes me mad. I want to cry, but I want attention more and I need to cry but no one would listen.