I can't believe what you just said. . You'd sell your soul for a dollar bill. . I can see the signs in your eyes. The signs that make an honest man lie.
When I get the time. I'd like to sit down. Just a couple few. and write a little rhyme for you. What you mean to me. I'd tell you. . Yeah!. . I'd love to sit down and write a little rhyme for you.
It takes a long time to get what you want. No matter how hard you try , it just won't come. But you keep on tryin', and you don't give up. and it's really silly, and it's all in vain.
(Lyrics and Music by T. Lombardo). All I want is some Good Clean Fun. All I want is some Good Clean Fun. You can freak out, you can shoot up. You can fall down, you can self-destruct.
In that dream I'm as old as the mountains. Still is starlight reflected in fountains. Children grown on the edge of the ocean. Kept like jewelry kept with devotion.
When they kick at your front door. How you gonna come?. With your hands on your head. Or on the trigger of your gun. . When the law break in. How you gonna go?.
Have you ever stopped to think about what rats do for run?. Sure they crawl around and scurry,. Yeah they're always on the run but a rat sure likes a good time.
There's a brand new century about to begin and the kids. Of the 90's are paving' the path, for the youth of America,. Free at last from the violence and destruction that destroyed our name,.
Gonna be a blackout. Gonna nail me a black curtain up good an' tight. Gonna do what my air raid man says is right. I'm gonna pull down my shade an' turn out my light.
I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles. Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles. I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies.
I went north to see the. Stiff little fingers play. The kids in the Belfast were tearing it up. Jake is the punkest dude I do declare. He got a leather jacket, and the spikey hair..
God loves everyone. Like a mother loves her son. No strings at all. Unconditional. Never one to judge. Would never hold a grudge. 'Bout what's been done.
I know it doesn't seem that way. But maybe it's the perfect day. Even though the bills are piling. And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling. . But if we'd only open our eyes.
Well I believe it's time we do this call of fair. Doesn't seem to matter where we are. 'Cause you can read my mind and soon you will be there. Waiting in the getaway car.
with the graceful and grotesque the morning rings. hear the garbage truck roll by hear the birds begin to sing. their song of love and praise and may their happy sound.
I woke up on Galbraith Street. Where the houses stood like twins. Oh and even though the door's been closed. I can find a way to get back in. . For in daydreams my mind returns.
Heavy clouds all hanging around. And the sun refuses to shine. If you're bent on bringing me back down. Better get in line. . Something I said has got you so mad.
Of all the things I believe in. I just want to get it over with. Tears form behind my eyes. But I do not cry. Counting the days that past me by. . I've been searching deep down in my soul.
Here we go now. dont stop the music. . Monday comes like a loaded gun. and I'm trying to escape. Want to run, wanna chase the sun. Let it wash the world away.
Tell me. Just what you want me to be. One kiss. And boom you're the only one for me. So please tell me. Why don't you come around no more?. 'Cause right now.