Always seem to get things wrong. I waited here a bit too long. For you to come along to me. . I thought that I would kiss your lips. But the sky went dark and the moon eclipsed.
Once in a while, I think about it. Think about what you said. Late in haze of night into mornin'. With eyes turnin' to red. . All my life, I waited. To see an omen of the good kind.
Blood is on your hands. Seen by popular demand. Better scrub it off the prision walls. Smile for the cameras. For the folks at home. Better look around.
Well, some contend this rock'n roll. Is bad for the body, bad for the soul. Bad for the heart, bad for the mind. Bad for the deaf and bad for the blind.
Well, the graveyard shifted back in '55. The rebel rousers brought the threat to life. You were just a sparkle in your daddy's eye. Elvis joined the army and buddy holly died.
It's panic time. In the tale of two cities. Such a crime. the needy and the greedy. Downtown is deadly. The nerve of the killer elite. Home street home, a place of no retreat.
It's happy hour, but no one's laughing. Such a sobering scene. This nightmare's just a stale runnin' dream. Intoxicating me. Beauty is only skin deep.
Its not you, its not me. I guess we dont fit so perfectly (2x). You cant stay, I cant breathe. Theres no fixing what cant be.. Well, I guess the honey moon is over.
Maybe all these years there's been an angel on my shoulder. Coulda been you up here and me down there. Saw a face in a passing train who looked just like you today.
You know you got me all mixed up. How'd it ever get this way. Don't know why, but i just can't stop. I know i can, but not today. Ain't quite ready for the ultimate defeat.
There's a price war at the cut throat drugstore. More than a little guy could ever afford. No over the counter cures for the. non prescription blues. More than just substance is being abused.
My brain came back from the laundromat. But nothing comes clean in the wash. Behind the front of the backest lash. someone's selling out with my trash.
You can see it in his eyes. In the way he walks and the way he talks. The kids try and break him, his father violates him. But he won't wave that S.O.S. white flag.
Hollow, the devil's eyes. Besiege and clever lies, he'll pull you under. Won't let you up for air. Try to reason, there's no fucking answer. Try to leave he's like a fucking cancer.
Do you know me?. I was on TV in 1963. For armed robbery. Here's my story, yeah. . I didn't even keep the money. It's my time, my time was standing still.
What is the mission today? Produce without injury. (Where'd you go? Where'd you go? Where'd you). Can you feel the steel, the steel? It's in my mouth my hair it's in my head.
I hear the barley calling my name. So I put on my best shoes and head down New St.. Where the welcome mat hurries me in. A pint glass awaits to drown my sins.
Intertwined around your sticky fingers I fall. Into the traps you lay, yeah, the traps you lay. You slipped inside my head. I washed my thoughts, unthinkable.
More than a year's gone by since I lost my mother. Since she left, I've thought, well what's the point?. I've thought, well I don't know what I'm doin' here.
A good job, good home. But you chose the streets as a place to go. Taking on the uniform to wear loud and proud. . But underneath it all, a teenage suburban girl.