I get up every mornin'. I'm mean to everyone. But you just you ignore me. You seem think it's fun. . And I need to get away. And you need to get away from me.
System, system, system - death in life. System, system, system - the surgeons knife. System, system, system - hacking at the cord. System, system, system - a child is born.
I've all my wisdom teeth. Two up top, two beneath. And yet I'll recognize. My mouth says things that aren't so wise. . But when I sing my darling's praise.
You can swear by who the fuck you like,. But you're still on the roof.. . I'm not gonna change the system,. They're not gonna change the system,. We're not gonna change the system,.
Take that back or I'll mess you up. . I've had it up to here. . Get back in your car and drive. . And put it in high gear. . Cause now you're gone,. .
Do you really believe in Buddha? Buddha sucks. Do you really believe in Jesus? Jesus fucks. Chorus: Is it alright really? It is alright really?. Is it working?.
The rain on the ground. The empty town. Nothing is left in the lost and found. Hot sun, buzzin' flies. Hurtin' head, squinty eyes. Look at me and how I've done.
They ask me why I'm hateful, why I'm bad. They tell me I got things they never had. They tell me go to church and see the light. Cos the good lord's always right.
The true romance is the ideal repression. That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets. That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops.
Her hair is harlowe gold. Her lips, sweet surprise. Her hands are never cold. She's got bette davis eyes. . She'll turn her music on you. You won't have to think twice.
Oh baby baby. Oh baby baby. . Oh baby baby. How was I supposed to know. That something wasn't right here?. Oh baby baby. I shouldn't have let you go. And now you're out of sight, yeah.
Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.. We weave and spin a web of fantasy.. We touch on the pain and fear...... Then whisk you back to the consumer world..
I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 and so on. But a time will come, when these numbers have all ended. And all I've ever seen will be forgotten.
Here comes Dick, he's wearing a skirt. Here comes Jane, you know, she's sportin' a chain. Same hair, a revolution, same build, evolution. Tomorrow who's gonna fuss?.
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands. Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming. Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands.
We turn out water into wine. It's something we do all the time. It doesn't cost a single dime. And it's beautiful, yes, it's beautiful. . Our glasses, never just half full.
Shaved women collaborators. . Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,. Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,.
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.. The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection..
I sit each morning, look at my empty notebook. The room is quiet, the air conditioning sounds like rain falling. Manic-depressive composer Robert Schumann, when he could not write.
Do something for me, boys. If I should die at sea, boys. Write a little note, boys. Set it off afloat, saying. . Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls.