Mostly I sleep it off. It's easier in the morning. To shrug off the evening's. Drunken pathetic pleas. . 'Cause the night's tragic rambling. Is the next day's apologies.
well here I am, yeah, I'm back again. in the town that I used to call my residence. now it seems I dwell in a silver van. you might have seen it once, yeah, it's parked out front.
Friction. . nightclubs, nightstalkers. fast women, fast talkers. loose lips, loose limbs. the lovely loveless. sunset to sunrise. black dresses, black eyes.
Out a little late aren't you?. What's out there I don't give you?. Don't I drink and sleep with you?. What you want you'll never get-. what you want is infinite..
What you're looking for is never what you find. Nothing ever seems to turn out right. . Still running around still searching. all these long indifferent streets.
You thought you had it made. Like the songs would write themselves. But your words ran out of ink. And your fingers lost the chords. You lay around so bored.
[Issa:] Hi there, this is Mr. Issa from Good Clean Fun. You might remember me from such albums as Shopping for a Crew,. On the Streets Saving the Scene From the Forces of Evil.
You said you're a wreck, you get so upset. You said that you'd ruin everything. the first chance you get. But your chances come day after day. as I drunkenly slander your name.
You ate and you smoked and you drank all your words. We all know it's true because of the rumors we've heard. You've grown up and moved on, you're ready to leave.
-----------------------. Black Out (Track 01). -----------------------. you try too hard. for the perfect beginning. you're so let down. when the beauty starts fading.
Can I scream, or maybe just talk. About the lives that we lead and the paths that we walk. There's a god for the sun and the sea. Monotheism isn't for me.
He broke his old guitar if he couldn't make it sing. The strings had grown so worn, they made his fingers bleed. Soon after the event he made an acquaintance.
As kids we're told to always play fair. Smile at your neighbor. And share, share, share. In later years we're taught. To try and be the best. "Look out for yourself, and fuck all the rest".
In pile of unpaid bills. There's a letter sent from Philadelphia. In a familiar hand, she hasn't opened it just yet. There's no telling what is says. Oh darling please, I'm down on one knee.
You end up spending all your fight to keep your place under the light. In front of new kids who don't seem concerned. So we must teach them what we've learned.
Back in the day in the '80s when the. old bands would play (old school). They managed O.K. They did fine. Although they never got paid (that's cool). 50 cent shows, no cars we walked.
The first time that I met her I was throwing up in the ladies room stall. She asked me if I needed anything; I said, "I think I spilled my drink". And that's how it started (or so I'd like to believe)....
Back in the day in the '80s when the. old bands would play (old school). They managed O.K. They did fine. Although they never got paid (that's cool). 50 cent shows, no cars we walked.
I hate it when you say you need me.. You don't need me.. I hate even worse that I need you.. It kills me.. When I was young I loved to be by myself, all alone..