What's gonna happen to Chess Piece Face?. There go I but for my face. All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of Chess Piece Face. I don't know where he lives.
The few surviving samurai survey the battlefield. Count the arms, the legs and heads, and then divide by five. Drenched in blood, they move across the screen.
Somebody's reading your mind. Damned if you know who it is. They're digging through all of your files. Stealing back your best ideas. . You cover your windows with lead.
I was laying on the porch. As the bus drove by. Just talking to the dog. About thinking to myself. There are so many big ideas. We could talk about. But nothing that gets said.
Johnny Cash:. "Daddy'll sing bass". "Daddy'll sing bass". "Daddy'll sing bass". "Daddy'll sing bass". . Margaret Seiler:. I took my boat for a car. I took that car for a ride.
Birds fly into my windshield. Thoughts fall from my thoughts. This good luck charm hanging off my arm. Was left here by the police. . Words fall out of my pockets.
I'm your only friend. I'm not your only friend. But I'm a little glowing friend. But really I'm not actually your friend. But I am. . Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch.
I'm your only friend. I'm not your only friend. But I'm a little glowing friend. But really I'm not actually your friend. But I am. . Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch.
Here's hoping you don't (hoping you don't). become a robot (clang clang). clang, clang, whoops, too late. here's hoping you don't (hoping you don't). become a robot (clang clang).
There's an ant crawling up your back in the nighttime. There's an ant crawling up your back in the nighttime. But you think that's OK while you're sleeping.
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular. To the name of this town in a desktop globe. Exit wound in a foreign nation. Showing the home of the one, this was written for.
This song is dedicated to all you modern day troubadours out there. And I think I know who you are. . I gotta get a job. I got to get some pay. My son's gotta go to art school.
I was born in a light house. My mother was the sea. I crawled to school each morning. When it occured to me that. Lifes just a mood ring we're not allowed to see.
You might be thinking that you're free. You might be sailing 'cross the sea. You might be staring at the stars,. But you'll be thinking. About me.. Me.
32 footsteps leading to the room where the paint doesn't want to dry. 32 footsteps running down the road where the dirt reaches the sky. 32 feathers in my brand new Indian headdress.
Nighttime lady. She says maybe. In the all-night Laundromat. Wait one minute. I have seen her. She's a billionaire. . She was a hotel detective. But now she's gotten promoted.