Am I the one that's going crazy I'm so tired of masquerading I pretend to be so well adjusted Maybe it's just me and I'm disgusted I need a room in a
Everybody wants to be beautiful To stand opposed to nature Yeah, design is the power, yeah Modification by skill building blocks To promote and provoke
Check my custom machine Well, she's metal flake blue with a Corvette mill Check my custom machine And they say it looks better when she's standin' still
Everyone wants to be like the other Look around and you will discover Take a chance and try something different Don't be scared you might make a difference
Yeah, I was colder then December Never thought that you would enter my life that day Love so gentle and so tender And I really don't remember feeling
Like a chance meeting Of an umbrella and a sewing machine In a black impala Mixin' metal flake with a jet propeller This monotonous flywheel is the junk
I want the rich boy... I want the rich boy But the rich boy, he doesn't want me... I like the pretty girls... I like the pretty girls But the pretty girls
Saint Teresa the Sacred parted us in 1783 Her body was found incorrupt with no sign of decay Saint Frances Xavier got dug up in 1975 All the priests were
Dear ma you might find it hard to believe But I think I've finally found a home The weather's loveley there's so much to see And people who know what
Fit in, fit in I'm spending nights just dreaming And playing the music loud They're banging on the ceiling They're praying that I'll soon be out I almost
Intrusion, truth twisted, accepting. Degraded, up-ended, besieged = lie. Gratified, careless dying, power trip. No obstruction, = guiltlessness, conscious
See the white and fluffy clouds Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes
We ain't gonna take it lyin' down We're gonna stand on our own two feet When people knock us down We're gonna get up off the ground And start all over
Pull the world over my eyes, make me feel secure Before you stomp on everything that I have ever stood for I know your tricks, I know your game, I know
Eu nao caibo mais nas roupas que eu cabia, Eu nao encho mais a casa de alegria. Os anos se passaram enquanto eu dormia, E quem eu queria bem me esquecia
Eu no caibo mais nas roupas que eu cabia, Eu no encho mais a casa de alegria. Os anos se passaram enquanto eu dormia, E quem eu queria bem me esquecia
Yeah, yeah I was colder than december Never thought that you would enter my life that day Love so gentle and so tender And I really don't remember feeling
Ne me parlez pas des autres Je n'en ai pas envie Celles qui dansent je les vois Et celles qui rient aussi Celles qui passent devant moi Ne me parlez pas