Can you tell that I've been hurt so. Can you tell I wanna lay low. Can you tell that I'm a flower. Waiting for a sun shower. Can you tell that love denied me.
Cut off. Cut off. . This is for the suffer. This is for the proof. This is for the lover soaking in the truth. This is for the liar. This is for the dream.
aim to be strong. fiddle with an arrow. the shot is too long. precision is not in my marrow. what's wrong. with me contentedly singing my own song. but not heard the music.
Attention. . Well, I was born an amputee inside here. Who can't turn and pledge allegiance. We just fall behind and we just fall behind. We default your procreation.
Death wrapped it's arms around you. No not the way they used to. Let them in. I ain't gonna let you in. I ain't gonna let you in. My tracks are what you want.
night. passes slow. get up moon go, I can't take it. . my thoughts. weigh me down. and I'm prisoner to my blanket. . 'cause I'm thirsting for. the brilliance of the glorious return of.
California's bleeding. California's dunes. California's bleeding. California's dunes. . I've never seen anything like it before. 'Cause you don't 'use it' it's alright.
put on your makeup. lies, lies, lies. put on your makeup. lies, lies, lies. put on your makeup. . and let me stay here on this reservation. borderline, souless, faceless nation.
Darlin', I want you to listen. I stayed up all night, so I could get this thing right. And I don't think there's anythin' missin'. 'Cause a person like you, made it easy to do.
Little boat ,are you lost. Did the sea lead to nowhere. Are you faded, chipped and cracked. Need some tender loving care. Did a storm, break your course.
[originally recorded by teenage jesus and the jerks,. Lyrics by lydia lunch]. . The leaves are dead. The door's always closed. The garbage screams at my feet.
It's the money disguised in the blink of their eyes. Blurring the minds of the fallen. Teachin' the crime, teachin' the blind. These are the cunts on a street named "Desire".
21, oh and life has just begun, got a temper like a gun. Pointing it at everyone, that's his game. And it helps him to get through the day. But a voice inside him says, "How much longer can I play?".
A little girl I was looking at a magazine. Wondering why I could never find too many girls that looked like me. All I saw was hair so blond and eyes so very blue.
Bring me the head of Roman Polanski. Bring me the legs of Fred Astaire. . We come from a place called heaven. That you made hell, that you can sell. We set fires to this lesson.
Year 2000 here's the reason. Tie me up in convalesence. I'm a user non-chemical. Tie me up in style suits you. . I'm unwanted and I'm unneeded. Line me up and I will believe it.
(Katy B). Clean damn, post flash greats, strong as a fact. Yeah, i felling the passion songs. Yeah, all nights so mean. Hop chases (??) so me (??). But so chases do be.
Hit back burn black. Turned off naked in belief. Unjust and unheard. My eyes have never seen. . Wanna get it gonna give it to you. You got a lesson got a lesson to learn.
'76 when a man told his wife. Baby doll, sorry I can't stay. Left with 5 kids she was forced to become Superwoman. And go earn some pay. . A college educated girl.
(Katy B). Turn the lights on. Turn the lights on. I close my eyes and I sleep at night. All I see is the clear bright lights. And I'm fallin in love with the game.