Night time. Cruising the strip. Right time. I gonna get flipped. I don't know what i do. You know what i am. Loosed up. High as a kite. Juiced up. Out like a light.
Come to me baby. holdin' my hand. Come to me baby. Lovin' a man. I give you lovin'. Feeling my pain. You tell me nothing. I go in vain. I hit the road i'm in the mood.
CHINATOWN. Call me honey down in Chinatown.. I'll be waiting like a faithful hound.. Can't get enough of your sweet talk, baby,. can't get you out of my head..
I came in like a loser,. and laid my burden down. the whole world's on my shoulders. and my head just spinning round. in the dream i don't remember. it sends pictures to my head.
There's no stoppin'. The Cretins from hoppin'. You gotta keep it beatin'. For a hoppin' Cretin. Cretin, Cretin. . I'm gonna go for a whirl. With my Cretin girl.
you're strung out on cocaine every single day. you're whole life's in shambles in every single way. you smoke dope you rest checked you smoked all the rest (?).
One, two, three, four. . They do their best, do what they can. They get them ready for Vietnam. From Old Hanoi to East Berlin. Commando, involved again.
Well, come on, let's go, let's go, little darlin'. Tell me that you'll never leave me. Come on, come on, let's go again. And again and again and again.
Oh, oh, oh. Sitting here with nothin' to do. Sitting here thinkin' only of you. But you'll never get out of there. She'll never get out of there. . Texas chain saw massacre.
Good evening friends. Better come gather round here on this sabbath Sunday. Come on and slap your hands. There's a hot wind and it's blowing through our town.
Is that love in your eyes? Or just obsession?. They're razor sharp! It's your disguise. Your obsession!. You mess my hair and tear my clothes. Your obsession!.
So many factors in the output of relationships. Never thought I had the parts not to sink the ship. You single handedly picked my face from the crowd.
(I keep falling over). My overcoat is hung and I'm too far gone to see. When the last drinks bell is rung you can carry me. Carry me. Carry me, push me through the door.
I was heading out of Vegas on the road to Mexico. Where I tried my hand at blackjack and I made a pile of dough. I was dreaming of the Baja when my truck ran off the road.
We're two points collapsing. Supercharged from the storm. Sun drench in our faces, too deformed. Bliss with intent to see us. . Peeling locust skins from the locust tree.
(Hughes/Marsh). . Well my mind is free again. And my soul is on the mend. Won't somebody hear my plea?. There is a storm inside of me. . Turn back the pages.