She was smoking up all his cigarettes. And putting 'em out in his hand. She said that you think this hurts now, kid, well. Just wait till later man. This is fucking torture to me, it's fucking torture.
I wanna change your mind. Said, "I wanna set it right this time". I'm looking through you. You know who you are. . And planning for the apocalypse. Is not considered, considered cool.
It's just my Japanese cigarette case. Bring a mirror to my face. Let all my memories be gone. . Bring me my Japanese cigarette case. Bring a mirror to my face.
My first time volume three. They never would know what it did to me. My first time volume three. Well I woke up in a sheet. And all I heard. Was you ain't givin' up.
Mountain to sound. Mountain to sound. Mountain to sound. Mountain to sound. And time's so slow, it's. barely a buzzing. Barely there, so loud. We've been at the airport so.
I packed all my things in a nylon bag. I kept my eyes open wide. And got out the day the stock went black. What was so alluring has now faded. And just stylistic and jaded.
Metal detektor ringing as i'm walking through the door. with every chance i take i can feel it start to break. to start to break some more. it's going down some more.
I was a heartbeat on the danger side. Just had to see what it all was like. Put your nose in that. Oh oh yeah. Although you try to sidestep. Merchants of soul don't let.
There's a girl in my yard. Reading to me tarot cards. She don't know anything. But she's beautiful to me. . My eyes are opening again. I see you as you're marching in.
I get up and all I've got on my mind. Is thinking up brand new chords. Then Fred Hampton comes on and takes it all back. It brings me back to earth. .
I'm on a staight line when a man comes around. And he got lines in the suit. Coming out to make us moot. I'm moving on now if I like it or not. He says I've got nowhere to go.
Back in that model evironment. For taking shots in the knees. For planning out your retirement in your thirties. There is no way back from this one but.
Auction off what you love. It will come back sometime. Lock it up, what you love. And it says "let me be mine". . Oh, auction off what you love. It will come back sometime.
All lines are read. The film is done. After hours is on and now they'll make another one. If you miss the meaning this time. Here comes another one. .
Maybe you remember. Maybe you're locked away. Maybe we'll meet again some better day. Some better life. . Jonathon Fisk. Speaks with his fists. Can't let me walk home on my own.
Distracted by each career milestone. Though they're all in his hands. He set up his best ones for weeks. And the questions all get answered before they're asked him.
MAYBE YOU REMEMBER MAYBE YOURE LOCKED AWAY. MAYBE WELL MEET AGAIN SOME BETTER DAY SOME BETTER LIFE. . MMMM JONATHON FISK SPEAKS WITH HIS FISTS. CANT LET ME WALK HOME ON MY OWN.
jealousy you have never done a thing for me,. no, youve never done a thing for me. jealousy, jealousy.. things go wrong, it sends me somewhere that i dont belong,.
I grew up in a supermarket. It was there they told me. If they can't find me they won't. Leave without me now or ever. . All I need's a word to get me started.
Time's gone inside out. Time get's distorted with. This intense gravity. I don't got time for holy rollers. But then they wash my feet. And I won't be their soldier.