Is there anybody there?. Yeah!. . Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock. Rocky! Rocky!. Is quester psykick dance-hall. Step forward for. ESP medium discord. . My garden is made of stone.
Is there anybody there?. Yeah!. . Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock. Rocky! Rocky!. Is quester psykick dance-hall. Step forward for. ESP medium discord. . My garden is made of stone.
Is there anybody there?. Yeah!. . Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock. Rocky! Rocky!. Is quester psykick dance-hall. Step forward for. ESP medium discord. . My garden is made of stone.
Spit on the streets. Your heads and teeth. Got nowhere to go. other than shows. . Could never love. And the Psycho-Mafia. I'm talking about love. Psycho-Mafia.
Pink press threat!. Man with chip: I'm riding third class on a one-class train.. I'm cranked at nought like a Wimpey crane.. . I'm a pink prole threat..
You better listen. It's thin. It's a powder keg.. You better listen to me.. Take me home.. I don't want to go.. Take me back to the safe.. Know better..
Hey badges tinkle. T-shirts mingle. . Hey you horror-face!. I'm a printhead. I go to pieces. I'm a printhead. I go to pieces yeah. . End of catch-line.
Hey-ahmmmmmm!. Hup!. dictum:. shout! wey! [etc.]. convicts are out. and the security are in. i just can't seem to plug myself in. myself in. mob equals roam.
Everybody's going through changes. Everybody's got a bag of his own. Everybody's talking about places. That can only be found in the greater unknown. People are dying.
No current is waned. Where it wants to go. Some are only happy. In the throes of bitter arguments. . Ready and packed. To ride there by train ride. By plane ride.
It was not a concentration camp. Annihilation. A million dead here. (Annihilation). And still we believe. As ghost presence. . How does it show a dream.
Up the drain pipe. Rapid he did sprout. [Grey templates on us] he had to inflict. TV documentary that it produced. . When he whistled in the street. The men would turn around in fear.
[], I drove a big truck. Shot the pinball machine, but it brought me bad luck.. If oceans was whiskey and I was a duck. I'd dive into in and never come up..
Pay your rates. Pay your own rates. Pay your rates. Pay your own rates. If your rates too high. Sign this letter. If your rates too high. Put your life on this bit of paper.
In Pearl City. Pearl City. No-one knows, no-one cares. about your world of stocks and shares. . I don't need no riding crop. I don't need no roundabout stop.
He moves slow at the petrol stop. It's Pat the trip dispenser. He came with solvent in his hair. The trip dispenser. . Spine-fuhrer of Hoboken. It's Pat the trip dispenser.
Paranoid man in mid thirties at the height of paranoia. At the zenith of his powers. By bed, replica shooter, zenith dissolving. By his bed replica shooter.
Serial killers were always a bore in my book. Along with retired in winnebagos. Coming up behind ya. At the next kerb. Eye reflections in the rear view mirror.
Hosannah. First impressions.... Hosannah. Papal did visit, human trash. Waste. Prostrate, yellow-white umbrellas. Roam around. Universal love..for them...for the.....
Paranoid man in mid thirties at the height of paranoia. At the zenith of his powers. By bed, replica shooter, zenith dissolving. By his bed replica shooter.