You're saying to me what you hear from all the people cursing in your ear trying out the possibilities of finding in me my worst sense of fear now you
Hands off I got no fingers get a load of my stingers I want a piece There's no misunderstanding I don't know where you're landing step on your feet I
If I asked you where to go from here would you give me the right direction does it come to mind any paradise lost that I can win with true conviction
He's just a shadow of what he used to be ever since I put him in his place she's just a memory that's scarred him horribly and looks like lipstick on
why must i work, 9 to 5 I'm always tired but, how I strive to pay my bills, to pay my rent a new life, would be a godsend Life is a production line things
Old men run on gasoline from the stations of the past and the things that they can teach you, son, I hope to God they'll ever last. The crow isn't afraid
I'm expending my last energy, I feel good, though, cuz I'm seldom seen. A perfect picture I found in a dream I jab and move punches soft as whipped cream
it would be nice if what was said was what we heard was what we read there's too many times it seems to me between the lines we have to read Politician
dance floor cause the people are screaming for more and the singers so lovely talking about war i am not suave you are a bear 12 feet tall with balding hair are you scared
It's been raining with reluctance it barely wets the ground but with your umbrella and steel galoshes on, you're warm and dry and sound And it's been
I've said, and once too often, some things I'll never say again In streams of thoughts unbroken I fish for a few good men Sundays and holidays and twelve
You feel stupid Tired of losing Each game brings you misery Each situation appears Just to fool you You feel ill with awful nausea And a subtle hysteria
Hello Charlatan, you must have been gone a long time what with the t.v. on I lost track of the days gone by I don't think that I owe you anything, and
