April 29th, 1992. There was a riot on the streets. Tell me where were you?. You were sittin' home watchin' your TV. While I was participating in some anarchy.
April 29th, 1992. There was a riot on the streets. Tell me where were you?. You were sittin' home watchin' your TV. While I was participating in some anarchy.
April 29th, 1992. There was a riot on the streets. Tell me where were you?. You were sittin' home watchin' your TV. While I was participating in some anarchy.
I don't know if you can, but can you get an order for Ons, that's O-N-S,. Junior Market, the address is 1934 East Anaheim, all the windows are. Busted out, and it's like a free-for-all in here and uh the owner should.
April 29th, 1992. There was a riot on the streets. Tell me where were you?. You were sittin' home watchin' your TV. While I was participating in some anarchy.
April 29th, 1992. There was a riot on the streets. Tell me where were you?. You were sittin' home watchin' your TV. While I was participating in some anarchy.
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road. Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by. Steady staring out the window. It fells good, it fells nice, it feels like you need it.
He walks inside, steals a wink,. You try to explain, but you ain't got time to think. . You know he's bad news, but you take a glance,. His headlines say, you're on the right page for romance..
So many years of pain. Always same old story. Love played me a fool. And my future was cruel. I was lost in the dark.... I was tryin to live. In the eye of the storm.
The sound of the pain. I can't stand the rain. A lovers wrath. Constant drip and drop. . Now you come down St. Andrew. Ringing that bell I can't deny you.
My sight is faint, my hearing is gone. it always tries to catch me off guard. But I'm glad my eyes are closed now. to not see or hear the house crumbling down.
A break in the pain. a cold blurred sight. the way back home. in the quiet night. . I tried to forget. to sleep keeping warm. taking my steps. into the unknown.
i heard a whisper in the breeze. long before i took the time to stop and listen. . oh the feeling that came over me slowly. sugar sweet. never never leave me.
Everyday you accuse me. But I've done nothing wrong. You put me down. Like I'm the enemy. Why is it so hard for you?. Why don't you understand?. I'm not the one who's killing you.
Now the show is done. I hope that you had gut trembling. Or something resembling fun. And if you watch this thing alone. You probably didn't laugh. But maybe a few times.
Art is dead, art is dead. Art is dead, art is dead. . Entertainers like to seem complicated. But we're not complicated. I can explain it pretty easily.
I am the future, I'm this instant. I am the visions from the past. . There is no hunter without hunt. You are the reason I exist. . I live in your mind.
I once was in a business,. Left my heart at home,. Felt like a slave everyday.. . A slave to the grind,. Has nothing much to do,. Just needs a better life..
Got few possessions in my life. Got a guitar and a TV. And I got friends who back me up. If some OC guy wants to beat. I must say the most valuable thing.
I believe I could see my life clearer. Walking in Amsterdam. There's an ocean between. Who I am and who I was?. Walking in Amsterdam. . Now I run. Everyone of my days have become.