In a bed in my room. All wrapped up in my own cocoon. In my head I see you. Like I'm stuck in a déja-vu. . And it's always the same mind games. It's a dangerous situation, insane.
They say it's over. But I have just begun to fight. It may look hopeless. But that's the moment from what's right. . Someday, someway, somewhere. I'm gonna take you there.
The lord is my temple. God is by my side. You pay rates on that temple. Build materials at the side. He gives reasons. To get through the day. He doesn't have rinse action.
In a country that we call home. In a land that's skin and bone. There's a place that's hardly known.. . Mountains appearing with the sun. Rivers of light they westward run.
The God forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar. The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar. They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war.
Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?. Whatcha gonna do now, now that it's done?. The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down..
Well oh well I feel I'm in decay. John Laws is on the air again. It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground. I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand.
One thing's for sure. That it's still the same. That young folk die. For some noble aim. And they live so fast. But they die so young. And we just keep wondering.
Up there on the platform. He is speaking to the people. The people are responding. With clapping and a'cheering. But the meaning of the message. Not revealed to those assembled.
There is enough for everyone. In Redfern as there is in Alice. This is not the Buckingham Palace. This the crown land. This is the brown land. This is not our land.
You stayed awake for fourteen days. And then you slept a week. Why do you do this to yourself?. You drank out on the fire escape. Until you couldn't speak.
Put the other rest of it around itself. Spray with water and restore the health. Let it sleep, still it keeps. . Waking up. Waking up. . Take a shower and destroy your health.
wish you a fucking Christmas. I wish you a sucky Christmas. I wish you a shitty Christmas. And hate Richard Gere. . I wish you a shitty Christmas. I wish you a fucking Christmas.
Woe is me, oh this deception modifies myself. I've hurt my feelings now. Searching for reasons to make me sad. And always stricken with doubt. On the outside I'm small and grim.
There's 10,000 reasons to survive. But you only needed one to die. It's too late to change what you've become. I won't always be this lonely. . The way you lived your life, it mezmerizes me.
When my white shirt lets me down. Like one we race against the wind. You said that I've seen better days. I wash her silver hair away. I'm going to be.
Stone me. And may you always have no shoes. And I would rather just for you. Be the devil make you mine. . And she. I know you say you hardly sleep. I make you cold I make you weak.
Watching you. Learning to have every faith. In all of the things that you do. How much I've lied. Tears have been cried. . Loving you. Hoping to finally nail this.
Most of the time you are happy you're. A weirdo and before the introduction. Ends there is someone feeling sorry. For themselves. . Look at your ugly shame what are you.