Now, the mist across the window hides the lines But nothing hides the color of the lights that shine Electricity so fine Look and dry your eyes We, so
Pretty women out walking with gorillas down my street From my window I'm staring while my coffee goes cold Look over there (Where?) There, there's a
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If you want to live forever Ask a doctor, someone clever He can put you on or get you off Of the drug du jour All you kings and martyrs All the little
Turn off the TV and turn off the light Turn off the street lamps as well Turn off the billboards that scream through the night And dream the policemen
Of all the streets in the world You walk down this one And I see three hundred girls But just want to kiss one Someone that we've loved before Is a love
Solo, it isn't a dream Solo, it's just what it seems An empty thing Waitin' on somebody who never calls Listening in the night to something Scratching
One, two, three, four One, two Hey, can you hear me now As I fade away And lose my ground? Maybe you'd like to know What I'd have to say If I was still
King Pleasure is on a mission To take the power from the local politicians He's come to party and he shows it He rules the world, well, man, everybody
Maybe it would be better if we never said goodbye Maybe I'd grow much older with you in my life Maybe we'd come out winners putting the world to right
I know that you think I protest too much I'm like a diva with a tragic touch But if I wanna hide from the pouring sun It has to be alright And I could
If I stop and think about it I'm either stone cold certain Or more inclined to doubt it But when you jump into the darkness Well, I take off my hat You
You always were the special one The breath of air, the heap of fun You always had a kind of light That might dismay or might delight I thought about
She says that he's pouring fuel on the fire He turns around and calls her a liar She says I'm trying to get to a higher plan Someone around here's sane
I should have know that you were only just fifteen You had a scowl like a Klingon beauty queen Old enough to stand out but too young to stand with pride
Two in the morning there's a drink in my hand (Dirt, dirt, dirty Martini) Nothing moving the place but sweat I heard a rumor 'bout a Cajun band (Dirt
Here, see the little queer, there's a volunteer Don't you think he should get a haircut now Like in the marines, all the magazines Got a way for everyone
If You Could Be My No. 2 Won't you be my number two Me and number one are through There won't be too much to do Just smile when I feel blue And there
