Just the other day. I was walking by myself. Little kids at play. Old man talking to himself. . I went inside to get a drink. Sat down by the door to think.
Spam, it's pink and it's oval. Spam, I buy it at the Mobil. Spam, it's made in Chernobyl. Spam. . When I was a child. My family was so poor. They didn't have the finer things.
I wrote this song for you. To say I'm sorry. I know that I was wrong. And you don't like me. . Why, why, why. Must you feel this way?. I wish, I had the words.
Support your local ska band even tho they just may stink. Support them despite what the real musicians just might think. It's ok to lower standards in the name of a good cause.
I put my money where my mouth is. What's in the past is in the past. The present's drifting, we refuse to fall. Now where's our future? cause we're falling out.
Whether I'm right or wrong. There's no phrase that hits. Like an ocean needs the sand. Or a dirty old shoe that fits. . And if all the world was perfect.
In Santa Monica, in the wintertime. The lazy streets so undemanding. I walk into the crowd. In Santa Monica, you get your coffee from. The coolest places on the promenade.
VERSE 1. I'll be the soul in soldier,. I cant wait to hold ya and. I'll carry you home and I'll. carry you alone. I'll be the He. in Hero. I had no choice to.
You know I've seen that face before. I'm not sure if I want it to be. That old face I used to see. 'Cause that's the one that left me all alone. Took my feelings and hung them out to dry.
Big wheels have turned. Crossing your empty, your hell. And Larry will climb. Until you crawl to your wishing well, yeah. . How many years have passed.
Lift up your head. Eyes off the floor. 'Cause your time is coming. Right after this storm. . Don't be afraid. Of what lies ahead. As destiny is calling you now.
The sun has set. The ground is cold and wet. And I still haven't left. And time she let us rest. For long enough. But we're growing up. Things are different.
I don't talk the way I should. If I could just fit in I would. I'm the new chick in the neighborhood. . I don't dress the way I could. Sometimes I'm bad but it's all-good.
Sad lookin' faces. On these money makin' races ya. A tired child. With a soul that's running wild ya. . On a Saturday subway to a long distant place. I'm trying to find just a little bit of pride.
Crazy getting silly with a fat old man and his alligator hands so cold. Rubbin me down with a toothless frown. Says he'd give 20 dollars to shoot his load.
Everything that I love turns to smoke.. It billows out from nothing. Laughing at my cries. Holding the charred remains of the last dirty joke. As if they know how it died.
Dark isolation binds us.. We're all twisted up in clouds. Hellbound. The sky is falling down.. . The beast inside of all of us. Is dying to get out. To stealthily kill and live within the trust that we give it..
And the ants go marching on. Through the hills they sing their song. For the good of the world they carry on. . But when the winter comes my darlings where will you go?.