No catch, no strings None of the usual things I'm happy just to lay and look Let's throw out the book Now we're off the hook And please just be nice
life's biggest tragedy You're so long ago and so far away But my dream lives on forever I guess I believe that I'll see you one day For without it there
Black Maria, you scare me so I feel as though my heart stopped dead You're a liar, this I know I watch you go around my head Oh, I'm going down slow,
A handful of nothing is all that I need Contains plus and minus everything The odd combinations are what make up The world that you see before you In
Stick to your guns Diamonds are a girl's best friend Nobody knows the trouble this poor boy's seen People will believe anything Man on the run, always
Look at this empty face Look at this broken frame I have been no other place And you know I've heard no other name How can you keep me so? How can I
Like a fly batters itself against a window Time and again and again it senselessly blunders Up and down the length of West Broadway The bag lady wanders
anymore but Can we still be friends? Things just can't go on like before but Can we still be friends? We had something to learn Now, it's time for the
One more game, one more chance One more orchestrated song and dance He'd be up front and speak his peace And ask for her time to put their heads together
I don't want to work I want to bang on the drum all day I don't want to play I just want to bang on the drum all day Ever since I was a tiny boy I don
long Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine Seeing you or seeing anything as much as I do you I take for granted that you're always there I take for
do For lack of honest work My family is lost to me They could not bear the hurt To see the state their boy is in For lack of honest work I hold no blame for
But I tried to run Though I knew it wouldn't help me none 'Cause I couldn't ever love no one Or so I said But my feelings for you Were just something
a touch tone tune monotony Because some snot nosed pube has blocked me out And I wait, and I wait And I hate my frickin I.S.P., he ain't got no bandwidth left for
Hodja please show me how to spin now Hodja please show me how you do it All the other boys are laughing at me again now Hodja please show me how you do
of dying instead And maybe you remember the last time you called me To say we were through How it took a million tears Just to prove they all were for
snore, for your head's on the floor And you've needles and pins from your soles to your shins And your flesh is acreep, for your left leg's asleep And
Well I've been burned in my prime Simple things in life seem so hard to learn sometimes And it takes so long, catch it while you can Too late tomorrow