Break out the Champagne. Prepare the banquet. Score out the fanfare. Blow up the balloons. Set up the fireworks. It's the day of the homecoming. A homecoming of sorts.
Raise a glass to the future. Here's to good times and bad. To the razor sharp tongue and humour to match, I wish you all the best. Who's a saint?. Who's a sinner?.
Pills and powders baby. powders and pills.. We spent the night last night in Beverly Hills.. There was this chick that looked like Beverly Sills.. We got killed..
You came into the party with a long black shawl.. And the guys from the front lawn were making jokes about the white swan.. Some nights we just need to get touched and rub right up against something plush..
Payne avenue lives up to its name some nights it's painful and strange.. The whole city seemed sane in the day. but some nights it seems distressed and deranged..
Southtown girls won't blow you away. But you know that they'll stay (x4). . Take Lyndale to the horizon.. Take Nicollet out to the ocean.. Take Penn Ave out to the 494..
I've got a lot of old friends that're getting back in touch. And it's a pretty good feeling yea it feels pretty good. I get a lot of double takes when I'm coming round the corners.
Don't tell my sister about your most recent vision.. Don't tell my family they're all wicked-strict Christian.. Don't tell the hangers-on, don't tell your friends..
Well, the hospital's going to let you go, but the city's gonna stick around. Yeah, sure the stars are in the sky, but the money's still down on the ground.
They found me in a florist. I was fried and out of focus.. I was kicking it with chemists.. . The scratches on my back. They formed into a choir. And belted out a chorus..
It started when we were dancin'. It got heavy when we got to the bathroom.. We didn't go back to her place,. We went to some place where she cat-sits..
She only pays attention to the prices of cigarettes. She says she hopes they get cheaper.. She only takes the pick me uppers to counteract all the put me to sleepers..
You drain my strenght... you suck my blood. You're getting to me... like a disease. Can't take a ride... at my expense. Tables have turned - now I call the shots.
I live the morning and the night with nothing in between. No more a gentle kiss goodnight. I see you in my dreams. But I was watching shadows on a wall.
Two dumb kids. in a hot car. They're saying "where we gonna go?. We don't know but it's gonna be. It's gonna be real far". . One of them's saying that he's gonna be a big shot.
The silence and the sirens. they're altogether frightening. the sounds of someone dying. and I am only missing you again. . so here's a cheers to treason.
These girls are cut out from magazines. wearing pride on fashionable sleeves. corner boys with swerving glances. settle into leg-locked trances. those poor bastards never stand a chance.
The silence and the sirens,. they're all together frightening.. The sounds of someone dying,. and I am only missing you again.. . So here's a cheers to treason,.
Mumbling goodmorning and raising my head. A bad breath kiss to my pillow pet. I take a look at the day turns and stay in bed. Open my eyes when the day have died.