Let's not talk about bombs. And the brain impulses of severed limbs. You will always subtract your arms. From my arms. . Someone always interrupts us when we talk.
There are men lost in jail. Crowded fifty to a room. There's too many rats in this cage of the world. And the women know their place. They sit home and write letters.
There are men lost in jail. Crowded fifty to a room. There's too many rats in this cage of the world. And the women know their place. They sit home and write letters.
Сибирь, край мира. Холодная могила. В кровь утопила. То где я ходила. . Мне сница Сибирь. . Черная речка. Я дрожу вечна. Поезд на встречу. Из забытого детства.
They give no medals for sinners like us. They give no medals for killers like us. . They dress them up in uniforms. And ship them to the bullet storm.
You never got what you wanted. And your brainwaves got slanted. Now you're so disenchanted. Hunter is gonna be the hunted. . Salt the earth. What's done will be reversed.
Vivo en sudestada desde que recuerdo yo. y por la vida no, pasa la va del sol.. Nuestro pensamiento aqu varado se qued. mezcla de sonrisa gris llanto feliz y dolor..
Mother told me, yes, she told me I'd meet girls like you. She also told me, "Stay away, you'll never know what you'll catch". Just the other day. I heard a soldier falling off some Indonesian junk that's going round.
Summer loving had me a blast. Summer loving happened so fast. I met a girl crazy for me. Met a boy cute as can be. Summer days drifting away to oh oh the summer nights.
Calling all mothers and fathers. Come get your sons and daughters. Right now they're on corners. Finding ways to cure their boredom. I'm Sitting right there with them,.
If I had a scheme for everything. It seems that I'd be more content with it all. If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts. And dumb dreams I could deal with this nonstop spinning world.
I remember that I kind of laughed at the sparks that spread the flames. Over all the ugly memories these past three years have made. Then I waited for the smoke to fill my lungs and suffocate my pain away.
Well, it's Dick's son that has his CD's in neat lines. And a dad that reads every sign and says, "I only drive 62.5". Well, I don't really mind his coordinated closet or his folded clothes.
I always thought of music as more than words and sound. Something more like inspiration, that picks you off the ground. When your down. And I know that music will pull me through.
I might as well just sleep it off. wishful thinking's got my wires crossed (whoa ho). when i am desperate and alone. i know i know i know how low i go.
So it's sunrise. sober eyes. see my room spin around. crowded bars and crumbling town. I'm a mess. a monument. two clenching fists of helplessness. oblivious to all of it.
There was a kid so low, he couldn't stand up. No money, no respect and too much bad luck. Desperation had gotten to him at last. It was dark. . Dark alley and a shot gun blast.