Should have been a warning. Should have seen you coming. I'll get a better look this time. So let's set it off. . And when it comes morning. They're gonna see you runnin'.
I'm turning a deaf ear toyour bloody ministries. Save it for the afterlife honey. Cause everybody knows. the more we nurture our perversions, the more human we become.
A song to soothe you son of mine. Your broken bones heal in due time. Another day in silence suffer such a bitter pill. We're the sons and daughers daddy hates to much to kill.
They were carving caskets out of baby cribs today. When they sized me up I failed to make the grade. When they stole my sister I was underneath the bed.
The last thing I wanna do right now is read your stupid poetry. Why can't you just tell me what you really wanna say?. You'd clear your conscience with words so weak and empty.
I'm poking jigsaw vein with a rusty syringe.. Like a pinch on the arm, baby, keep it surreal.. Stand beneath the Eiffel Tower, freedom kiss on the mouth..
fear in a frame? or the picture of a girl?. with a gorgonesque stare her scale covered hair. has got a snake in every curl.. with her forked tongue and those ash colored eyes get you down on the naked and sore.
Our days are numbered 666. And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus. Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures. I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of scars they cut into you.
Lead in your chest halo in water watch me drill holes in my head. Misunderstood? Meet me in moonlight with your lovers heart in a box. . We'll watch how the world pushes forward.
Now the summer has come. and it's time to catch the sun. let's go down to the beach. for some supersurfin' fun. Semi-saltstained hooters. as far as I can see.
It's time again for another fashion trend, now it's time to be. alone again. I might be unreasonable, but why's style seasonal?. I'd rather stick to my own sorry lack of taste.
Opposition. Tradition. Never trust a politician. It's been sung a million times before. And here's one more. Modern democracy is a smoking screen. Mass dictatorship.
I look around. So many girls, so little time. but time's the last thing on my mind. and I see that the sun still shines. I hear the sound. of punk in your car radio.
I used to be. the worrying kinda guy. Never know what to do. with my life. What do I really want to be ?. And would I get. a silly pretty little wife ?.
What's a sweatheart like you doin'. in crummy dumps like those ?. Why do you do the things you do ?. sp-sp-sp spasm, baby. ravin' comatose. Why do you do the things you do ?.
in the mean time. while they live below their means. in the crooked mansion on the hill. the deal goes down. a new raw deal from the deck of the overripe.
Now it's time to finally sell out. It's the right time. for the big one. There is no doubt were through. Playing for weeks. for crowds of ton. We've lost good money on this band.
one foot still inside and the other one outside the door. trying to hold on though he knows he was way better off before. you gotta have a little faith boy.
have you seen the tame old black bear. dancing among the cows. i keep my claws drawn in. but i could never be their friend. i couldn't. . dance!. when i tell you.
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.