Put your arms around me now. And try your best to squeeze me. Love me baby - you know how. Yes, a-rock me my baby. Well, rock a-like a hickory-dock, dickory-dock.
Stayin' at home, waitin' for you. Just won't get it 'cause you say we're through an'. . I'm lookin' for someone to love. I'm lookin' for someone to love.
We will fight you from the mountains. And we will fight you in the streets. And we will fight you in the valleys. You cannot take what isn't yours. . And we will fight your goons and lawyers.
I don't pick up pennies, I don't knock on wood. Step on the cracks a little more than I should. Lucky it ain't nothin' now I got you. . I don't cross fingers behind my back.
You got yourself into this. Now get yourself out. You got yourself into this. Now get yourself out. . You shine like a diamond deep in a coma. We can't keep away from you.
I got a double wide in my own merlot vineyard. I got plenty of space to park my dually truck. I never have to deal with la traffic. Life is good they call me the king of bakersfield.
Get into line, stop talking back, meet the new boss. We'll take what you got, we'll sell it all back to you. . Give up your rights, your most private thoughts.
Saw you standing at mcarthur station. Saw you talking to your new boyfriend. But you know my reaction has nothing to do with you. . You know it's not my problem if you're not over me.
Walking down the street in San Francisco just the other day. Wondering what has happened to the freaks and hippies and the punks. Everybody's squeaky clean, they look and dress and act the same.
El Comanante. Your daughter she's so fine. El Comanante. It's just a bag of weed. . Now you and I don't see eye to eye. But we really should put this behind us.
Ain't no palm trees where I come from. No big waves crashing on the shore. No grid-locked traffic, no movie stars, no. In the part of California I come from.
I thought you'd listen to my reason. But now I see you don't hear a thing. Got to make you see how it's got to be. Yes if it's all right. . All or nothing yeah yeah.
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation). Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation). Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation).
Last legs blows on a penny whistle. Cracks the silent night. Lost and lonely people bump and grind. Under neon lights. Santa is bleeding. Some punk shot him in the eye.
One of these days Mr. Opportunity gonna be knocking on my door. One of these days I'll read the writing on the wall. One of these days I'll be a spectator in an audience of whores.
The nearer we got to Andorra. The sun set on the left. The rounded mountains pointed. To the black clouds in the West. . Hey, there's a darkness. In the sky that's not the night.
You let me violate you.. You let me desecrate you.. You let me penetrate you.. You let me complicate you.. Help me.. I broke apart my insides.. Help me..
Any more and I might learn to leave things as they stand. People do what they like, that much is sobering. But nothing less than a miracle could answer to all my pleas.
My excuse is only human. Like any animal that breathes. Just to find a scent that's soothing. I give you power over me. . I'm more weak than strong. And not a stranger to a fall.
You want my love. Tell me what have you to give?. What can be done. When I've my own life to live?. All that you want. Is very hard to come by. No one knows more than I.