Trapped in heaven life style (Locked in Long Kesh). New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture). It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in). The happy ever after (A white room).
The change will do you good. I always knew it would. Sometimes I'm thinking that I love you. But I know it's only lust. Your kiss so sweet. Your sweat so sour.
The same again. Another disagreement. You dreamed of scenes. Like you read of in magazines. A new romance. Invented in the bedroom. Is this so private.
(I need a cheeseburger to go). I move from one place to the next. I hope they keep down the price of gas. I shoot fast while you're talking dollars. See how I will run the table.
Call me up, if I'm home. Don't say too much, I might be upset. Let us agree to differ. We're consumed by competition. . [Chorus]. Having fun is my reason for living.
At home he feels like a tourist. At home he feels like a tourist. He fills his head with culture. He gives himself an ulcer. He fills his head with culture.
Armalite rifle police and ira. Armalite rifle use it everyday. Breaks down easy fits into a pram. A child can carry it do it no harm. Armalite rifle and the holy trinity.
The information I was given as follows:. Take care not to fall in love. For confirmation I was given as follows:. Take care not to fall like dominoes.
Woke up this morning desperation a.m.. What I've been saying won't say them again. My head's not empty, it's full with my brain. The thoughts I'm thinking.
A piece of my heart cries out loudly. For the funeral of innocence. To tell the truth, this elaborate story. Of goodness not so plausible. Stay at home at night.
Who is that?. Just what is your business. Fate is in your hands. And your decisions. . A man with a good car needs no justification. Fate is in my hands and in the transmission.
Education is their business. Women to know that they are equal. . Why work for love if it shows no profit. You'll only earn emotional losses. Wasting time a hole in the wallet.
I Don't know if you know it. or if you noticed. you got my attention. you got the floor so don't blow it. yeah don't blow it. yea yea yea don't blow it.
You only call me when you're drunk. Deplorable old friend, somewhere in the East end. I guess you have me on speed-dial. For your eyesight is too blurred, to text me any words.
t was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. The Rare Old Mountain Dew. I turned my face away.
Oh my deserted one. You must put down your father's gun. When the sundial reaches midday. Shut your eyes and then look away. . Something's wrong, they're all gone.
You know it feels nice, watching the sun come up. And I've realized I can never return. Oh babe it feels good, watching the sun come up. I can attack the day with the will to burn.
The whole town nearly died. When rocks flew from the sky. The stray dogs whined and howled. At dark foreboding clouds. The mayor screamed and fled. The priest hid under his bed.
Got a visit from the dead dog. He slept at the end of my bed last night. He could tell I was fading. And somehow fighting against the light. Everyday when I open my eyes.
Moving like a dancing bear. It's in my blood. Falling down the marble stairs. It's in my blood. . Oh my dear, that's the way. I am made, I'm afraid. .