Scabby head knobby kneed old nappy head. Thunder thighs, juicing all turning red. Pizza face pop it quick old nasty old. Pits old panty waist. Knotty headed fatty cakes.
Sometimes I think about old folks back home. That 12 mile road that I used to roam.. Sometimes I think about that girl named Willie Jean. Wondering if she made it down to New Orleans..
I'm mad gonna sell it on a t-shirt. I'm living out a borrowed age. I got God, I got the medication. I got enough make it all go away. Got blood on the mirror boy.
Down two crossroads you lay. Sweet lord I'm coming home to stay. Sworn your last turn thrown. Sweet lord I'm comin' home for good. Oh whoa sweet lord I'm comin' home.
Sometimes the silence is all we know. You leave your picture we fall in love. When lines are memory we carry on. Sometimes the light turns out too bright.
We're living underneath the land of sorrow. I can hear the bombs rain down. And how do I explain there's no tomorrow. I can hardly make a sound. . Dead silence.
Learning lines in the rain. Special effects by Loonatik and Drinks. The graveyard scene. The golden years. . She's in parties. It's in the can (twice).
Hurry, hurry, step right up. See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents. . Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends. Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend.
Pasan a gran velocidad, como un rebaño fantasmal. un coche gris y gordinflón, y otro corre como un ratón. Se oye el zumbido de un moscardón, ruge la moto y el conductor.
Life is uncertainty. Shrouded in mystery. Can You make it clear to me. Just what I'm doing here. Out on this lonely road. I feel so far from home. Can You tell me where to go.
Oh I love to hear the song of creation. The wind and the rhythm of the rain. Oh the thunder it speaks of your power. But there's something in the sound of the saints.
I woke up and the sun was dressed in blue. the Panavision colours ran out of my room. I want to paint them where ever you go. I want to thrill you but I want it slow.
Socorro, não estou sentindo nada.. Nem medo, nem calor, nem fogo,. Não vai dar mais pra chorar. Nem pra rir.. . Socorro, alguma alma, mesmo que penada,.
Keep hoarding all your ghosts. In fortresses. It's only rain. . You know when summer's coming. All the year. It's only rain. . Coming around. The knife takes it's place.
I'm looking for answers to questions never posed. I haven't got a clue. I'm living like a ghost. I can't seem to read the signs. I'm swimming in the sand.
I know the truth. But I can't say. And I have to turn my head. And look the other way. . I'm not afraid. And I won't lie. As long as I see no wrong. I won't need to testify.
Days go by. Adrift upon a rolling sky. The miracles escape my eyes. But I still hope. . Time, regret. Is this as good as life can get?. It's only when the spirit sets me free I cope.
Oh what a price we pay. For the things we say. And the closer I get to you. The further you move away. . All the lies we tell. In the games we play. And the longer I think it over.
I know the truth. But I can't say. And I have to turn my head. And look the other way. . I'm not afraid. And I won't lie. As long as I see no wrong. I won't need to testify.
Snake eyes. Seven eleven. Don't let me down boys. Gimme. Snake eyes. Seven eleven. Don't let me down tonight. No don't let me down tonight. . Just one minute more, give me just one minute more.