My bones are trembling. Veins are filled with ice. I see you swagger through. Your boots are shiny, too. . I still feel your torture. Messing up my life.
Crossed bars out the door stubborn run out through the town. Crawl cross beyond control, this body's gonna take you down. Move over till you walk. Black boulder will spit you out.
Stand for what you are. Trust in what you're fighting for. No time on looking back. You're on your own. . Stand for what you are. Trust in what you're living for.
Ever since the stone-age. Man's been on the hunt. We were born to kill. . Fighting for survival. All in self-defense. It was do or die. . Now we're living in jungles.
You make the stars. Illusions and dreams. You're what you are. Do you know what I mean. . I hear you clear. See in your eyes. Lying to please. It pleases to lie.
Mighty war machines are on their way. I'm here no place to stay. Time will come, we'll have to pray. And then the war will come someday. Endless fear.
He's got the power. He's like a god. But he's the devil of flesh and blood. A '45 is his religion. Code of silence his belief. It's the kiss of death.
We hold the seeds of metal. And we scatter them around. We'll eat you up - and spit you out. Like a pack of wolves on the hunt. . We are the kings of madness.
Way out in a haunted hollow. A strange chill on a ghostly lake. Dark shadows in a twilight haze. A lost cabin in a tree lined maze. . Nightly apparitions, lost destinations.
See the world around you. Deep, dark and grey. Grieving heartbreaks all your life. Seems to be the way. . Wars of aggression. Mankind's favorite game.
As I'm walking through the rain. Sit beside the room all night long. . In the grey December morning. (I decide to leave my home). Took a train to nowhere.
Beyond the hill, of fantasy. Ha, tell ya. Take care of you, beware of his magical plan. It hurts, breaks your soul, burns your mind. Never believe, never never.
Screaming for a love-bite. And you hide it, that it makes you feel alright. See your secret in a mirror. It's black 'n' blue and it happened to you. In the heat of the night.
The day before I left New Orleans. My neighbor from down the street, Alex Chilton. Came to say goodbye. We talked about songs and how much joy they'd given us.
I'll tell you a story to pass on to the end,. as told to me so long ago by my good friend. As we hollowed round the log fire, we laughed the whole night long,.
See my friends,. See my friends,. Layin' 'cross the river,. See my friends,. See my friends,. Layin' 'cross the river,. She is gone,. She is gone and now there's no one left.
Now I don't mind if fifty thousand yobos pick me up. Outside a football ground on a Saturday afternoon. I'll still come out fighting, do you know why?.
Stack o' money in my left hand. Yes I've got a stack o' money in my right hand. Yes you know I got the money 'cause'. I played the right games. Gonna shoot up like a star.
Well, I don't know why I came here tonight. I got the feeling something ain't right. I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair. And I'm wondering if I'll get down the stairs.
Arms legs toes and feet. Lipstick and eyes sneaky peeks. Split tail buttons and bows. Pink butterflies on painted toes. . I'm a skin tight boogie baby.