so you think of what it could've been. time is all you've lost. keeps burning through your head. and now you fall asleep standing. but lie awake in bed.
How does it feel. to be under the eyes. watching so closely. buy what you can't have. what'd you have. wish I could everything you have. and you wonder where your friends have gone.
How many things that you believe. Are straight out of TV and magazines. And when comfort comes before thruth. Can you say that you never knew,. Sitting in front of your TV,.
Why this car is automatic. It's systematic. It's hydromatic. Why it's grease lightning (Grease lightning). . We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads.
So you think of what it could've been. When "time is al you've lost". Keeps burning through your head and. Now you fall asleep standing but lie. Awake in bed watch the clock drag on.
Is this just like the young boy dreaming in the olden days. watching all the old time movies only Saturday. all those soldiers and the changes would my heroes men.
My lungs are aching. From the cold from being outside.. And the windows in my car. Have started to fog up.. And it's colder then I remember it ever being in Florida..
Second street west of 39th. Tries to sleep. But he only winds up walking all night. Tries to remeber when his head was right.... Sees his breath in the corner light.
Sit back and watch the train wreck, watch me jump off the deep end. I won't lie, my mistakes take up every minute of my lire. It's been the down fall of me, that misery just lowers my company.
I've been down wandering past 2nd Street. And looking at the ghosts of you and me. And thinking back on all those memories. Of how we used to be. . I've been hearing.
Focus a moment. On the message sent. The anthem of a generation. Based on degradation and resent. . Where money and power. And being the man of the hour.
This map hung up on the truck stop hallway door. is looking worn and I can hardly read it anymore. I feel like I'm a speck thrown on the map. and I can't help my urge to laugh.
Got on the 47, transferred to the 89 left town eastbound past all the city. signs and y'know it's hard to leave, your past behind and as I pass the crummy.
I could see it was a rough cut Tuesday. Slow motion weekdays stare me down. Her lipstick reflex got me wound. There were no defects to be found. Snap shot and it froze without a sound.
Frustration that I've been facing. I don't remember how but I've lost motivation. I can't stop this sinking feeling from creeping over me. I can't stop myself from seeing the darkness in front of me.
Sometimes my head gets so crazy from all. this contemplating. So different from the mistakes I've been making. And tragedies we're facing.... . So tell me can money buy your point of view?.
Woo!. Blasting our way through the boundaries of Hell. No one can stop us tonight. We take on the world with the hatred inside. Mayhem the reason we fight.
And I. I wonder if you'd understand. If I said I'll never go. Never go along again,. And if I told you all that I believe in. And gave you all my reasons.
Just the good old boys, never meaning no harm. Beats all you never saw, been in trouble with the law. Since the day they was born. Straightening the curves, flattening the hills.
Step it up my life. Spent round the clock. Has got me running on a treadmill with no time to stop. And competition has put a price on time,. See all the people you left behind.