She can't tell me that All of the love songs have been written 'Cause she's never been in love With you before Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood
My friend's got a bruise on his leg A bruise on his leg every time you speak My friend's got a bruise on his leg Where I press my knee every time you
Waiting for Wednesday, my stomach doesn't hurt enough Pain always is the sign Waiting for Wednesday, no proof of mine exists So l don't have to take it
When all the stars were falling I reached up like you said All the stars were falling One hit me in the head And I fell down, down, down I fell down,
It's a bad day It's a train ride It's a bad day You're my medicine It's a snow day It's a full moon It's a snow day When'd you get down to my bones?
I see the lights move on the ceiling And I see the stars up in the lights I see the moonbeams on your forehead there And I think about the garden of delights
Skeleton boy by the side of the road He warned me, he told me, he said ?There?s this woman, she?s a hurricane She will heal your heart up she is hurrying
Sorry sir, I stole your money Sorry sir, I feel but it's so So twisted, so unreal It was what I'd heard of and what I didn't have But I cannot give what
I'll take the lead, you follow me Come and relieve the friends that I keep They're sick of me Small minded creed blisters and weeps Swallow the shit
Now you can do the Watusi You can do it if you try Any puppy dog or pussy Can do the jerk, do the fly Now you can do the wooly, bully But can you pull
Get out of bed while there's a reason Stand in the sun while there's a season Hold me again just like you mean it Tell all your friends just how you're
"Let me explain something to ya," Gobo. No one knows where we're going. No one knows where we've been. Strangers follow us, dangers fall on us. Life
Come on girls Shake your tail feathers Here we go Come on, let me see you shake your tail feather Do it right, shake it, shake it, shake it, baby Head
Wenn ich eine Miezi seh, ja dann denk ich stets: TA?te, Stein und HA¶lzersee und zum Tauchen geht's. Katzen sind ein blA¶des Tier, machen Augen rot.
I was a superstar at everything and one by one I gave up all the rest I made a dream or two at best then I broke one bone and bruised the rest. So please
You can talk to the police You can talk to the press You can talk to the politicians I don't care, man What we're doing here is so bizarre No one will
I sit at this bar, It's a million miles too far from anywhere, And I'm trapped in the fifties nightmare. I pick up and play and the room starts to sway
Crack my head open on your kitchen floor To prove to you that I have brains Meanwhile tin men are led by little girls Down golden roads that lead to nowhere