Whenever I get to feel this way, Try to find new words to say, I think about the bad old days We used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold -- Fears
The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. deaths head belt buckle
Winds howled. rains spit down. All these nights playing precious games. Cheap hotel in some seaboard town Closed down for the winter and whispered
The leaded window opened To move the dancing candle flame And the first moths of summer Suicidal came. And a new breeze chattered In its may-bud
In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath runs the alltime loser headlong to his death. Oh he feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his
Happy and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water. You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other. We'll go walking out while others
On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder does
Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match
Sitting on a park bench eyeing up little girl with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun
My first and last time with you and we had some fun. went walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon but I
Muscled, black with steel green eye Swishing through the rye grass With thoughts of mouse and apple pie Tail balancing at half-mast And the mouse police
Colors, I've none dark or light, red, white or blue Cold is my touch freezing Summons by name, I am the overseer over you Overseer Given this command
I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way-lamp Down to the river And tonight flies a better moon Sad water
I remember when we had a lot of things to do Impressed by all the words we read And the heroes that we knew Climb on to your dream A dream of our own
I gonna lose my way tomorrow Gonna give away my car I'd take you along with me But you would not go so far Don't see what I do not wanna see You don'
Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you. Given this command
A small cigar can change the world I know, I've done it frequently at parties Where I've won all the guests' attention With my generosity and suave gentlemanly
I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel Driving gray satanic mills and weaving sad stories And faceless masters, oh, they pay me plenty Crumbs
