Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition too I'd end my days with you in
as I walk into the room I'm a three line whip I'm the sort of thing they ban I'm a walking disaster I'm a demolition man Demolition man...
This is where the summer ends In a flash of pure destruction, no one wins Go nuclear, nuclear The violets in my eyelids goin' red Sentimental geek Shut
So, it's how the story goes And we come to the scene where I'm holding you close She moves, moves like a thin dulling blade Cuts, all the words that I
Here's a picture of your lonely Fridays Turned to nothing on a Friday night Firecracker with a pile of empties Detonated with a lonely fire I see your
I've been a desperate man I've been sheltered by a lonely dream There's a stranger here Looking back above the bathroom sink Every night I throw you
It's a long way down But I feel alright It's a long way down But I feel alright And the cops get in And the crowd gets tight Take your tomorrow, pain
There you go Waving your arms like a girl Secondary clothes Don't worry, nobody knows Somebody order my round 'Cause I'm getting by With a twelve pack
In California Forever summer and hot Into the ocean You're smiling a lot On sandy beaches And the blankets are hot You're in my arms And I kiss your
Pulled into the station and they're playing Waylon Jennings When you're driving through so late at night You'll see the lights are blinding Yeah, and
Dear Chicago, you'll never guess You know the girl, you said I'd meet someday? Well, I got something to confess She picked me up on Friday Asked me if
Took a walk with you in the shadow of my shoes Danced around the broken blues in the dirty summer rain Moonlight on the cars parked in single file at
Two hearts fading, like a flower And all this waiting for the power For some answer to this fire Sinking slowly, water's higher Desire, desire With
I am a broken toy for a lonely girl Use once and destroy and go find some more Back home, kids play in the leaves in the park She wants to play a game
Go on to the street, to the cars in the pouring rain Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames And when the son meets the father It'll
doing here? What are we doing now? What are we doing here? I know! Line up the rickshaws Right down the derby line Let's all crash into each other It's demolition
(Gudda Gudda) mo money (uh), Mo bitches mo worth, Mo haters, equals mo snitches, yea mo digits, no, mo commas me affiliated with trendsetters, equals
Don't speak to me of morality, justice, wrong or right Dig out the dirt and ignore the hurt, spit out all your lies Conscience free as we bleed, hypocrisy
