Remember me when I met you back in chicago?. Filthy bum (twenty plus some) with an old platitude. "mending fences or mending souls". That was all you had to say.
The weather's variable, so are you. Changes, changes. But I can't do a thing about the weather. Do you have your ticket. Can you foresee. Changes, changes.
I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin. My irritability keeps me alive and kicking. I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit. I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it.
Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed. In the house of ill repute. Is this the way I spend my days. In recovery of a fatal disease?. . Ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh.
Lyrics by Layne Staley. Music by Staley, McCready, Martin, Saunders. . All alone. We're all alone.... We're all alone....
You've gotten good at being alone. But that's no life for such a beautiful soul. This road is longer than I ever knew. But tonight I'm coming home to see you.
She wraps her tragic moments tightly around her neck. And she hangs herself with them as I try to disconnect. And she wants to choke on her life again.
Long drive, bitter day, grey skies cover Michigan.. In no time I'll give her away and after that I'll never see her again.. You know that we had everything..
This is where I belong.. The rest of the victory. From the destiny of the distance my past.. The fight of the take my hand.. . There is a ghost with an image..
Aisment Aisment doigts dans l'nez. On est cap' de faire. Faire la fin du monde en 2 secondes .... Une pour toi une pour moi. Aisment on fait le fin du monde.
I'm gonna give you one more chance. Now if you want to apologize. Here's your opportunity. Body and soul. Oh, we forgot to say forgive me. Forgive me for I know not what I say.
Baby's gone away for several days. And I'm awake and I'm amazed. I haven't shaved I haven't bathed. And I'm dismayed to say I caved. To all I'm craved I've misbehaved.
All of them ladies in their. Summer dresses. Driving me crazy with their. Second wind. . All of them ladies in their. Summer dresses. Driving me crazy with their.
All by myself. Still here the way she left me. I'll buy myself. Some shit to get me through this day. . Skipped off to play with someone else. Skipped off to play with someone else.
Fucking right.. Bank holiday Monday,. Sunday Hours.. So let's fuck off to Alton Towers.. Ten to two, quite a few in the queue for the bumper cars.. Fit crack on the lake but her mate's got a flabby arse..
Staggered in MacDonalds on a Friday afternoon,. All the pubs were shut,. There were knob all else fer do.. I said, "Gissus a Big Mac now you spotty little twat.".
So, it's stars and crosses. Reasoning for losses. You learn right from wrong and then. . You write the book yourself. Right the wrongs, you know. And then you're all in your rows.
It's just what all young lovers do. It's just what all young lovers do. . I noticed you. You stood out like a sore thumb. The most beautiful sore thumb I'd ever seen.
your narrow road feeds fear,. it strangles my thoughts,. fraying me to rags,. as i crack out, my words.. . i can feel,. i can feel,. i feel my throat closing round,.
You keep forgetting the lines, the lines that show. Where you were bound long ago. Animal in the mirror. . Live out another mise en scne. Somebody else's summer again.