In the middle of the night with a sickening sound. This little boat ran aground. The mast is twisted, the hull is breached. One high tide and it'll be beached.
Fido, your leash is too long. You go where you dont belong. Youve been digging in the rubble. Gettin bitches in trouble. Fido, your leash is too long.
Should time allow us to describe our prowess. It would be quite hard to overrate. For we are the king of the boudoir old thing. And the king doesn't like to wait.
I know you've tried. I know you've cried. I know you've died. A little inside but. . Baby, you could be famous. You could see your marble face all around.
It was the army train that took her daddy from her. It was the Bible train that took her momma too. And that high loud whistle made her horse run away.
She can make you feel like filth. She can make you feel like a star. She will scratch till her hand is bloody. But she'll love you more for the scar. She remembers the recent past.
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,. I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die. Feeling funny in my mind, Lord. I believe I'm fixing to die. Well, I don't mind dying.
The very first rule. That you learned in school. Was that you shouldn't try to fool. The people you're close to. . And now you're almost full grown. I really should've known.
Well, I feel so good. I'm gonna boogie. I'm gonna boogie. Till the break of day. . You know momma told poppa. About something she heard. Now look a here momma.
Well I see ya. Holdin' hands with your lover. And you're makin' plans with each other. It fits real good on you. . Well don't worry. I didn't come to make things strange.
[Chorus]. All broke down, comin' in low. Far away like a radio. Red lights flash, static and snow. Far away like a radio. . I was ridin' shotgun with the driver.
I dropped a coin from my pockets. On the street of crowns. I passed every streetlight in my hometown. I tried every screen door. Like they were my own.
Set the spectrum for the greyscale, that's better. Favorite bold fonts in blackletter. Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates. And the one Celtic Frost record.
Want to be free right now. Voices inside my head. Know I'll be free somehow. The quietest voices said. . Staying awake a while. Old movies in black and bliss.
Black hole, paradise found. Somthing so dark and something so bright. Blue skies over our head. Why the hell is everything turning out gray?. . All things are not what they seem.
Transcribed from NRBQ: "Stay With We: The Best Of" (1993). . Whooooooooo-weee. . I'm so dog gone dirty. 'Cause [I'm] a Flat Foot Flewzy. And I walk like a tweety bird.
Rise rise, fly above your head. Cups are running over, voices out of breath. Time time time, time has come again. Part another red-eye sea. Talking it to death.
Inspirtation,. Oh, she barely waits a moment. Elevator doors open. Hear her footsteps touch the stairs. . Words walk by. Describing definition. Stop and talk about it.
Four train days. Get me back to New Orleans. Drink more fish water there. Than any whale's mama ever seen. Alright tonight. I've been fueling my dreams eatin' greens and beans.
Well I guess it would be nice. If I could touch your body. I know not everybody. Has gotta body like me. . But I gotta think twice. Before I give my heart away.