My chick is driving me crazy. She thinks that I'm lazy. Just because I'm good at nothing all day. . My baby don't get it. So my job, I quit it. Bust my ass.
Stand and rise and before your eyes. The lions will appear. And when they do they'll be filling you. With all the lies you will need to hear. . Mr. politician, just keep on dishin'.
[recruiting sergeant]. -----------------------------------. . As I was walking down the road. A feeling fine and larky oh. A recruiting sergeant came up to me.
Like this. . I've never seen a woman, baby. That looks quite the way you do. The way you shake that thing now, honey. Can't take my eyes off you. . The way you work it, honey.
In a smoky room. Could have been a devil's tomb. Ninety miles east of L.A.. . Feeling desperate and cold. Barely nineteen years old. Searching for the light in the pouring rain.
As I walked down by the riverside. One evening in the spring. Heard a long gone song from days gone by. Blown in on the great north wind. . Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry.
She's got pizzazz, like a razzmatazz. I'd like to slide it in, when I begin. . Wastes all my money, spends all my time. I ain't got no luck, I can't change her mind.
I just want to see you. When you're all alone. I just want to catch you if I can. I just want to be there. When the morning light explodes. On your face it radiates, I can't escape.
You told me tales of love and glory. Same old sad songs, same old story. The sirens sing no lullaby. And no one knows but Lorelei. . Castles out of fairy tales.
Yeah, blues. . I won't ask where you're going. If you don't ask where I've been. 'Cause if you're looking for an answer, babe. I wouldn't know where to begin.
Ignacio lay dying in the sand. A single red rose clutched in a dying hand. The women wept to see their hero die. And the big black birds gathered in the sky.
So you want to talk about the pain, talk to me, please explain. Maybe I know what you're going through. But you got so much pain to hide, you keep it locked up deep inside.
Ah london you're a lady. Laid out before my eyes. Your heart of gold it pulses. Between your scarred up thighs. Your eyes are full of sadness. Red busses skirt your hem.
The devil moon took me through the alley. Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale. To the mews running through the backstreets. Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep.
Well, it's four o'clock in the mornin'. An' I'm knockin' on her door. She said she's tired of me. Don't want me here no more. . She said, "Stop your pissin', moanin' and groanin'.
My girl could break my heart. And tear my soul apart. Couldn't see myself living in a world. Without her. . She's a tear, she's a scream. Takes me high but my worst dream.
Yea, yea, yea, see, see. Why don't you stop your teasin'. And stop your old music?. . Come on, come on. Get on your dress and put on a smile. Let's lose this place.
Oh Kitty, my darling, remember. That the doom will be mine if I stay. 'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to. Than to rot in their prison away. 'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to.