deep down what's there left to say. about the dysfunction that you portray. it's a laugh now all the misery that's like your crown. but to everyone around you, your still just insane.
You'll say that this ain't over yet, over yet.. And you would say there's no way I'd forget, forget.. I told you some day this would stop, all the lies, and sneaking out.
I don't know what that cologne is. But it's working like a charm. It's easy to imagine. Walking you on my arm ... on my arm. I wanna show you around the sights.
You can run from the sorrow. And all that you lose. Is the chance to make peace. With the path that you choose. . Little apple, I'm sure. Is as small as you think.
it's time. yes time has told the answers. in a bottle. and it's basking there alone. . one time. we were free to speak our mind. how can you say you're happy? i can't even say I'm fine....
Theres a perfect body in a perfect place. When it falls to pieces its nothing I can save. . I was a witness, to your secrets. But something happens, something happened.
How dare you stand and wait on the far side of the river bank, like I would open up the gate to a man who bares a stranger's face, a stranger's face. .
Can you see the fires burning bright. Just look into our eyes. We're out here. And we are coming up on you fast. Dark, you try and look away, ignore us, we wont go away.
The Garden State [x4]. It rains there every time.... Except once. Though the heart of. all hardcore is right there at your door. New Jersey. Never fade out.
I, I met a girl. She was standing on the dance floor of the club. She was a very, very pretty girl. . So I went up and talked to her. And when you share your thoughts with someone.
Going back in time. To another world. Gonna find that place. I'm gonna find that girl. . Don't wanna a hippy chick. Or disco queen. 'Just want the girl.
Well I met her at the Trocadero, in Philly. Backstage at the Bloohound show. She said, she was from Cherry Hill, Cherry Hill. Through lips like cherries in the snow.
Nervous breakdown, come take me away. Nervous breakdown, cafeteria today. I fell down on the floor, oh God I spilled my milk. Someone pull up my pants I think I need some help.
Yeah. All the ladies on the floor. Damn right. . I hate the fact that you know. I hate the fact that you know. (Why). I hate the fact that you know that everywhere you go.
Written by Baker Knight. Peak chart position # 6 in 1959. CHORUS. There'll never be anyone else but you for me. Never ever be, just couldn't be, anyone else but you.
Weird things happen. Around twelve o'clock at night. Screaming voices, creepy sounds. Scary shadows in the pale moonlight. . The curtains are shaking.
I'm in a deep deep sleep. And theres trouble dressed in white. She kisses me and tells me "Im your friend.". I'm in a deep deep sleep. And she wants to use my body as a scientific experiment.
I woke up, by the sound of screaming. In my face, virgin blood is streaming. Smell of death dying out around me. Pure and with grace. the victim has been bled and i'm back alive.
Travelling through the desert of a billion empty minds. Human race has fallen asleep, but I woke up in time. I will show you something that you've never seen before.
Left all alone in these fields of dust and death. Stones bricks & bones here. Can only hear my breathe. Black fields of death not a soul is left around.