There's another cry of murder. Policeman shoot down baby brother. Shot him, shot him down in the street. But did they know the mother's grief. . Were they sure they got the right one.
What would you do if it all broke up. What would you do if the doors were shut. And the pearls are being eaten by the swine. What would you do when the worms don't turn.
You're so out of it. You can't give a speech. . You're so wasted. Your brain cell won't think. . Your eyes are shocking pink. Your lips are ruby red. .
To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt. Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent. As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of the whore.
I'm ready to explode from the garbage. Buildover Cannot wait to hit. The road and use the hobo angst release commode. . All I wanna do is float on a cloud and scream to the top of my lungs.
Welcome on board to those of you in transit en route from the horror. For most of you it's morning but we're really in the middle of the night,. Chasing the sun, chasing the sun..
Hey, yeah, hey, hey. Love, love, love, love, love. Yeah, yeah. . Let the(unknown)said he'd send him home. But his hope was a rope but he should have known.
Dear friend, it's been a long, long while. I've been meaning to write you. But it was never my style. But what is these days now I'm a family man. . You blow sincere kisses to mistresses secrets on afternoons.
Well, here I am, like a sardine in a can. In a foreign land, with the guys in the band. Uh huh, uh huh. On the bus, in the back lounge. You're the only girl that I wanna, wanna be around.
Hello,. . Nobody told me a fool like them who lived next door, yeah. It's nothing. I know, I know. You shouldn't Fool Like Them. No,. . Don't Fool Like Them.
I watch the TV every night. I stay awake by satellite. I hope and pray the nightmares. Stay away today. . An oily shroud on a coral reef. A black cloud's hanging over me.
I feel like I'm being assassinated by boredom or something. I need some excitement, some adventure, some of that. You know that 'Je ne sais quoi', I need some, some Fishbone.
I've got a reputation of being a man with a gift of words. a romantic poetic type or so they say. but I find it hard to express the way I feel about you.
On the rebound, fumbling all the lines. The light at the end of the bottle - alcoholic alphabet. Through the looking glass the proof in my own reflection.
And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory. They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies. They tell you what to think and how to face the world around you.
And it was morning and I found myself mourning. For a childhood that I thought had disappeared. I looked out the window. And I saw a magpie in the rainbow, the rain had gone.
Never givin' up, got to go fuck up. Want to locc up, before I smoke up. . I need time, he need time. They need time to free a mind. . Listen to the messages and release.
Evening standard: late one!. Evening standard: late one!.... . Catalogue princess, apprentice seductress. Hiding in her cellophane world in glitter town.
And now you're hopping onto the gondola. With a snowboard attached to your foot. . Goofy foot, ok. Regular foot, ok. And with the fever for the powder.
I wish everyday the sun would shine. Take me to another place in my mind. . Where everything is beautiful. . And no wants or needs. Nor sign of greed.