Caroline says, as she gets up off the floor "Why is it that you beat me? It isn't any fun" Caroline says, as she makes up her eyes "You ought to learn
Pedro lives out of Wilshire Hotel Looks out a window without glass Walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet The old man beats him 'cause he
They call you ecstasy Nothing ever sticks to you Not velcro Not scotch tape Not my arms Dipped in glue Not if I wrap myself in nylon A piece of duct
You know man When I was a young man in high school You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach And all those older guys They said that
I wanna be black Have natural rhythm Shoot twenty feet of jism too And fuck up the Jews I wanna be black I wanna be a panther Have a girlfriend named
Legendary hearts Tearing up apart With stories of their love Their great transcendent loves While we stand here and fight And lose another night Of legendary
-a-n-n man, you blink your eyes and I'll be gone Man man, you blink your eyes, honey, I love you, I'll be gone New york city man, you blink your eyes
What a perfect day, drink Sangria in the park Later when it gets dark, we go home Ooh such a perfect day feed animals in the zoo Then later a movie, too
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole While listening at night to an old radio Where they danced
get all emotional And sometimes man, they just don't act rational You know, they think they're just on TV Sha la la la, man Why don't you just slip
All the people had their share of the glory Looking out after you It's just a story about winners and glory And you know that it's true Oh yeah, you'
Hey now, bitch, now, baby You better make your face Get out of here, quick Maybe your, was getting, ah, too rich It ain?t like we ain?t Never seen this
And the actresses relate To the actor who comes home late After the plays have gone down And the crowds have scattered around Through the city lights
The last shot should've killed me, pour another drink Let's drink to the last shot And the blood on the dishes in the sink Blood inside the coffee cup
one, every one And I am the water boy, the real game's not over here But my heart is overflowin' anyway I'm just a tired man, no words to say But since
of the squalor There was war in his body And it caused his brain to holler Make the sacrifice Mutilate my face If you need someone to kill I'm a man
