So Later that year, the bodies came home,. To Dover wrapped in flags and lined up in rows,. With no one to see and no one to know,. They had to keep morale from getting low:.
It takes more time than I've ever had,. Drains the life from me,. Makes me want to forget,. As young as I was,. I felt older back then,. More disciplined,.
Well they say Gina don't you run with him. Because you know the trouble I've been in. Oh that was yesterday, don't listen when they say. Gina don't you run with him.
Everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it,. sucks you in and feeds you until finally you're used to it.. And now you're so dependent.. Now you're so defensive..
Well be bop a lula she's my baby. . Well be bop a lula summertime blues. Well it's something else man and you can't lose. I'm gonna race with the devil and maybe I'll win.
everything has got a sense of permanence attached to it. sucks you in and feeds you until finally you're used to it. and now you're so dependant. now you're so defensive.
Well the news of the saucer been flying around. Out on a walk see it over the ground. First thing I see when I saw it land. A cat jumped out and he started a band.
Taking up my time again,. The one thing I can't stand,. The coffee and the conversation never ends when. All I really need to find,. Is one short clever line,.
Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings. When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin'. . Singin' wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings. Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin'.
I never to meant to make it any worse. What have I done?. What have I done?. I didn't know then and I still don't know now. Two years have gone by. Two years have gone.
I don't want this anymore. Don't wanna wanna give anymore. Don't wanna be.... Don't wanna be stuck here. I am.... We are not moving ahead. . I don't want this anymore.
Well it's friday night about nine o'clock. Oh baby baby it's time to rock. Gonna comb my hair put on my dancing shoes. Only one thing can kill my blues.
I don't have the time. I don't have the time. Gonna get away too fast. Gonna get away too fast. I don't have the time. I don't have the time. . Get up, go ahead and find a way to be happy.
Well, all night long way black top highway midnight hittin' a groove. Mustang radio, rag top jukebox, Hound Dog don't be cruel. Roadside rest stop, all night truck stop side show out of a van.
What's a man supposed to do. When the blues have got him down?. What's he gonna do. When the blues have got him down?. . You go down the liquor store.
Here in this yellow room. Blocking the screaming sounds. From the stage. . Their silhouettes passing by. In the doorway. I pay no mind. . You're half dressed and star struck.
My friends tried to tell me, but they were too late, yeah. What a fool I was to fall for your bait, yeah. You drive me crazy, kiss-a-me baby, I don't mean maybe.
moving slow like the smoke from your cigarette. every step closer's a step that we both will regret. keeping a tally but who could keep track. your overreacting is taking me back.
My friends tried to tell me, but they were too late, yeah. What a fool I was to fall for your bait, ah. You drive me crazy, kiss-a-me baby. I don't mean maybe.
Tearing out all these open pages,. Women and kids of all ages,. Millions of men with blank faces,. Italicised lies, headlines, bold type. . Living lost just like deer in headlights,.