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day after day love turns grey
like the skin of a dying man night after night, we pretend it's all right but i have grown older and you have grown colder and nothing is very much fun any more. and i can feel one of my turns coming on. i feel cold as razor blade tight as a tourniquet dry as a funeral drum, | |
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What's wrong Bliss, is that how your feeling today? | |
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Paisley said: What's wrong Bliss, is that how your feeling today?
no paisley...just some lyrics i like ...memories | |
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MrBliss said: Paisley said: What's wrong Bliss, is that how your feeling today?
no paisley...just some lyrics i like ...memories Oh | |
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You better run like hell
You better make your face up in Your favourite disquise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes With your empty smiler And your hungry heart Iced the bile rising from your quilty post With your nerves in tatters When the cockleshell shattens And the hammers butter Down the door You better run like hell You better run all day And run all night And keeps your dirty feelings Deep inside Take your girlfriend Out tonight, You better park the car Well out of sight Cos if they catch your in the back scat Trying to pick her looks They're gonna send you back to mother In a cardboard box You better run | |
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Dude, you're fuckin' totally fuckin' rockin' out--are you goin' on fuckin' tour anytime soon?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! | |
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AnotherLoverToo said: Dude, you're fuckin' totally fuckin' rockin' out--are you goin' on fuckin' tour anytime soon?
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! hehehe ...yep...with a blood lust | |
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Hey you,
Out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, Can you feel me? Hey you, Standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, Can you feel me? Hey you, Don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, Out there on your own, Sitting naked by the phone, Would you touch me? Hey you, With your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, Would you touch me? Hey you, Would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home. But it was only fantasy. The wall was too high, as you can see. No matter how he tried he could not break free. And the worms ate into his brain. Hey you, Out there on the road, Always doing what you're told, Can you help me? Hey you, Out there beyond the wall, Breaking bottles in the hall, Can you help me? Hey you, Don't tell me there's no hope at all. Together we stand, divided we fall. | |
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Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
The Crown will plainly show, The prisoner who now stands before you, Was caught red - handed showing feelings. Showing feelings of an almost human nature. This will not do. Call the schoolmaster! I always said he'd come to no good, In the end, Your Honour. If they'd let me have my way, I could have flayed him into shape. But my hands were tied. The bleeding hearts and artists, Let him get away with murder. Let me hammer him today. Crazy. Toys in the attic, I am crazy. Truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away. Crazy. Toys in the attic, he is crazy. You little shit, you're in it now. I hope they throw away the key. You should've talked to me more often than you did. But no! You had to go your own way. Have you broken any homes up lately? Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour, Him and me alone. Baaabe! Come to Mother, baby. Let me hold you in my arms. M'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble. Why'd he ever have to leave me? Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home. Crazy. Over the rainbow, I am crazy. Bars in the window. There must have been a door there in the wall. For when I came in. Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy. The evidence before the court is incontravertible. There's no need for the jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before, Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law. The way you made them suffer, Your exquisite wife and mother, Fills me with the urge to deficate! No, Judge, the jury! Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear, I sentence you to be exposed before your peers. Tear down the wall! | |
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Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think they'll like this song? Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls? Oooowaa Mother, should I build a wall? Mother, should I run for President? Mother, should I trust the government? Mother, will they put me in the firing line? Oooowaa Is it just a waste of time? Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry. Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true. Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you. Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing. She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm. Oooo Babe. Oooo Babe. Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall. Mother, do you think she's good enough, For me? Mother, do you think she's dangerous, To me? Mother will she tear your little boy apart? Oooowaa Mother, will she break my heart? Hush, my baby. Baby, don't you cry. Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you. Momma won't let anyone dirty get through. Momma's gonna wait up until you get in. Momma will always find out where you've been. Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean. Oooo Babe. Oooo Babe. Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me. Mother, did it need to be so high? | |
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