I don't believe I went too far I said, I was willing, willing, willing She said she knew what my books did not I thought she knew what's up Past the
I know what you want The magpies have come If you know me so well then Tell me which hand I use? Make them go Make it go Saw her there in the restaurant
So I want to kill this waitress She's worked here a year longer than I If I did it fast, you know it's an act of kindness But I believe in peace I believe
And through the life force and there goes her friend On her Nishiki it's out of time And through the portal they can make amends Hey would you say whatever
Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race And Greg he writes letters and burns
Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems them sweep it Like dust under carpet Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems
["Deux routes s'offraient r moi, et lr j'ai suivi celle ou on n'allait pas... Et j'ai compris toue la difference."] [Robert Frost (1874-1963)] Obssessed
This street that we live on Ain't no yellow brick road This paycheck that I bring home Sure ain't no pot of gold When people dream they don't wish
To the fields where the blood of men flows. Lightning strikes as swords sail and heads roll. Many have fallen by the strength of my blade. My rage is
I'm here to bare your soul Specialize in Rock 'n Roll I'll fit you up to stay I'll parade on you today You won't need no progress chart Gonna open up
Standing in the corner With nothing to do You get shit for being you They want you to be just like them But you wanna be yourself We wanna set yourself
Constricted dreams that sleeps in my mind Now seem to guide me in my daily life I raise a glass for, those tears gone by A ray of hope upon my newborn
I must look just like a fool Here in the middle of the road Standin' there in your rearview And gettin' soaked to the bone This land is flat as it is
Yeah, there is nothing I can do If you leave me here to cry Yeah, there is nothing I can do If you leave me here to cry You know my love will follow
Ah, the blues. The ball and chain that is 'round every English musician's leg. In fact, EVERY musician's leg. Tryin' to kick it off, baby? No, no. You
I started to think of what I've done with my hands Worked hard and suffered for nothing but emptiness Want to cry to die under the sun that's why Wisdom
Well, it makes no difference how far I go Like the scar that hurts, it will always show It makes no difference who I meet They are just faces in the crowd
What good am I, if I'm like all the rest If I turn away when I see how you're dressed If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry Oh, what good am I?