Your secrect is safe with everybody. "Good", I said ,"Because I don't want nobody else to know." (Note that double-negative.) Tell me how it feels to
Know what you fucking get? Molotov cocktail, thats what you fucking get
the road and you ignite. Just add Pabst and eyes grow wild. I know this town has got you down and you can't take the pain she brings, so fuck old friends
Sometimes I'd like to know the insides of my wrists. Sometimes I'd like to do what does not happen after this. It's crazy, but it seems that I do nothing
Morningleaver starts her day. Morningleaver's got her way: never stay. At a loss for clever entrance lines, the room's just the same once you're in.
I went to see a rabbi but despite his advise I want an operation I will not father life operation, operation snip & tie, snip & tie they send me to
Count me in, before you kick me out. We could argue 'till we're blue in my face, adding assault to injury. Be gentle. It's my last time to shine, else
Don't expect what you've been expecting. Don't look for love here, no love to be found. Gruesome on the upstroke, painful going down. It's gonna be a
Ruffian, bear your scar. So you came to prove your might, and it's such a brutal sight. Jab right, left, uppercut... and on your face is pure delight
Once near, now remote. Not just far, remote. Saw you downtown, remote. Eyes shifting, around and around. Remote. I'm sure it's cold inside your room.
You are the only good suggestion. Truth in an age of question. And in my compassless digression, you give me sense of direction. I got it bad for you
t you have more to shout about? Is that what made us friends? Is that what made me okay? Is that all there was to me? Back. And its a shame we view this as
Temporary living for a temporary life. ( I thought you knew ) Temporary living. Blanketed in bubble wrap, kept my heart in a doggie bag. 9 to 5 in the
Hold up, break down, for as long as I take to come around. I think that you should know that I forced this song. Wrong
I'm gonna be red, white and bluer then you. I'm gonna be the proud and the fewer than you. The most star-spangledest you ever knew. I'm the most Americanest
It was 1986, near time for my first fix. Everybody seemed to want to get some. What I left on that fourth grade floor I can't get back no more. That'
What we've got is an amalgam of spent ideals, an incomprehensible mismatch of spent ideals. Self-congratulatory edicts spit from gold-plated mouths,
And so again, my friends we've taken this conversation to its bitter end. I need to cut my tongue, before it cuts us down. We spit them out like spears
