I was walking through the country. And passing through lovely scenery. When I came upon some rotting remains. And though the carcass was wormy. Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning.
I've been trying to forget you. But somehow I can't seem. To let you forget about me. 'Cause you've moved on to better things. . I've been lying in his gutter.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
Over and over again. We've seen the lives that we let becoming trends. But I wasn't cool back then. What's here today may fade away. Maybe it's too soon to say.
What is it that makes me just a little bit queasy?. There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy. I've had my lungs checked out with X rays. I've smelled the hospital hallways.
Wonder how you've been?. Do all of my pictures still. Hang above your bed?. Remember when. . Under the overhang. You smoked your brand. And I stayed quiet.
I've been aching to sneeze. Begging please, pretty please. But I can't get the thing to come out. . I've been down on my knees. I've been pissing on trees.
American justice. Is a contrary phrase. When a criminal is sentenced. But the innocent pays. The guilty are pampered. Their rights protected. While the victim gets life.
Although you think me cold and slimy. I've got a nice home. Tasted your best guacamole. And siesta'd at noon in the cool of the soil. . A worm's life can be easy.
Tonight we'll drive. Right through your town to the border line. Seven years cursed but I'll keep on waking up. There's nothing that I'd rather do. . It's something that we love.
We're the young,. We're the youth,. We're the ones. Looking for the truth.. So they can say. "You're only fifteen,". But in my book. That don't mean a thing..
when you were disappeared, a part of me went too. the consequence of my silence was mostly felt by you. revealed to poor and simple, hidden from those so high above.
You've got. Nothing on me. And I will. Go down in history. For being. The best you'll ever see. In your life. (In your life).. And I'll say goodbye. On the parkway tonight, alright. Alright..
There's some stuff on my shoe, that's got nothing to do. With the places you think that I've been. And the stuff on my breath, isn't some kiss of death.
I'm all freaked out, I'm all tweaked out. I'm being chased by insects. And I wanna eat my cigarettes. . I can't hang out, I'm all strung out. And I've got to grab me by the throat.
We run around in circles. Like chickens without a head,. Social inhibition. Is something quickly shed,. Everyone's the same. When you're slamming in the pit,.
What you don't know won't hurt you. but will kill you in the long run,. i'm sick of wasting all my time. as i slip through your fingers.. . you got what i need.
Three is a magic number. Somewhere in the ancient mystic trinity. You get three, it's a magic number. The past, the present, and the future. Faith, hope, and charity.
What you don't know won't hurt you. But will kill you in the long run. I'm sick of wasting all my time. As I slip through your fingers. . You got what I need.
Everybody wants what they want. It's the way we've learned to live. Everybody wants ehat they want. But no one wants to give. Everybody wants some happiness.