My friend has problems with winter and autumn They give him prescriptions, they shine bright lights on him They say it's genetic, they say he can't help
I tried to fall in it again My friends took bets and disappeared They mime their sighing violins I think I'll wait another year I want my chest pressed
they don't play the song on the radio they don't show the tits in the video they don't know that we are the media they don't know that we start the mania
I could do the dishes while talking on the phone i could ask you for an answer but you want to be alone I can never do the dishes a single dish at a time
I have a little house Close to town but not to the city Far from home but near my family No water views but so close to the sea I see, this is how my
Who's in a bunker? Who's in a bunker? Women and children first And the children first And the children I laugh until my head comes off I swallow till
A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal You look so tired and unhappy Bring down the government They
Blake says no one ever really loved him They just faked it to get money from the government And Blake thinks angels grow when you plant angel dust
What's the use of wond'rin if he's good or if he's bad or if you like the way he wears his hat? Oh, what's the use of wond'rin if he's good or if he's
iron and sulfur. It was a sign, I?m sure, for me to make gold from these two elements. I have been working all day, Over these hellish flames. (Amanda
any girl in history said Sure, you seem so nice, let's get it on Still, I always shock them when I answer Hi my name's Amanda and I'm not gonna live
Bright, my little bluesboy you smile too much let's see a nice frown don't touch so much he made it look fun what's done is done I am so stupid you are
There?s the smell in the air, rubbbed from an ad in a magazine There?s that lust in my eyes their hearts light up like TV screens June is busting out
We watch you, your expert double exes. It's just like you to paint those whiter fences It's so polite, it's so polite its offensive its offensive It'
I?ve been pro-vanity since I was ten. I picture altars in past the shutters-den Baby bottle didn?t choke there were no cherry lollipops, cherry lip
Oh what a noble distiguished collection of fine little friends you have made hitting the tables without you again no we'll wait no we promise we'll wait
They pose symmetrical Scattered through the Echo Hall Works of art in pensive phase With the worldy critics gaze And there's a special one Another convert
Now we're going to play a game that's lots of lots of fun i learned it from my auntie who learned it from my uncle my uncle has a secret job in washington