There's blood in my mouth 'cause I've been biting my tongue all week I keep on talkin' trash but I never say anything And the talkin' leads to touchin
Get a real job Keep the wind at your back and the sun on your face All the immediate unknowns Are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate Does
Any chimp can play human for a day. Use his opposable thumbs to iron his uniform and run for office on election day fancy himself a real decision maker
I had one friend in high school recently he hung himself with string His note said "If livin' is the problem, well that's just baffling." And at the wake
You're obsessed with finding a new brain, But what you need is a new body. It feels your brain has lived a thousand lives before And the skin you call
pull the ripchord the ship has lost its sail your mama's got a new man your daddy always fails and you're eating again at them 'cause nobody loves you
The absence of god will bring you comfort, baby, And planning's for the poor so let's pretend that we're rich, And i'm not my body or how i choose to
I'm only a woman Of flesh and bone And I wept much We all do I thought I might die alone But I had never(x11) met you So baby be good to me I've got nothing
Today is the day I realized That I could be loved It echoed through the park last night He wasn't our son He belonged to everyone And this loss isn't
All is fair in love and we're in love. Now that everybody's dead, we can finally talk. Can vanity and happiness coexist? All the lovers we've taken in
And it's only doubts that we're counting On fingers broken long ago I read with every broken heart we should become More adventurous And if you banish
I'm just of real sad folk And '85 was our best year And she says it gets much worse Before it gets any better So I take it with a grain of salt for the
Twenty five the season dark Three sheets to the wind like a close line rope He's a spider on the web She was a tiny woman , he could sense Her developing
Dejalo, nuestra cosa Dejalo, nuestra cosa Dejalo, nuestra cosa Dejalo, nuestra cosa I got a mind if you wanna waste it I got a man if you wanna fake
It?s not as if New York City burnt down to the ground Once you drove away It?s not as if the sun won?t shine When clouds up above Wash the blues away
She was born on a bright new pew To a gypsy mother and a bucket of tears Her good looks could've sailed a ship But her will alone could've sunk it Funny
She was the girl with a string around her neck, Came with the boy who could only give her less, It could be more if she learned to never expecting now
when you get sober will you get kinder cause when you get uptight it's such a drag when I get older i won't remember until that day comes i've got something
