From the Albums: * Face it * Last blast of the century You cook my brain in your favorite pot You fry my eggs till they're sizzlin' hot You like to give
From the Albums: * Face it * Naked II * Last blast of the century Waitress, more wine We celebrate, the life and times of Johnny Make Believe He was
in your chat room Who are you Are you on line Woman Your page or mine My engine searching like a harpoon Like a monsoon in your chat room Counter-blast
See this needle...a see my hand... Drop drop dropping it down...oh so gently... Well here it comes...I touch the plane... Turn me up...won't turn you
Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o'clock, it's got to stop Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech As he opens the door, she rolls over
{All these} I got bugs I got bugs in my room Bugs in my bed Bugs in my ears Their eggs in my head Bugs in my pockets Bugs in my shoes Bugs in the way
The waiting drove me mad You?re finally here and I?m a mess I take your entrance back Cant let you roam inside my head I don?t want to take what you can
Awooh...aye davanita...awooh...awooha... (4x) Jahooh...jahooh... (Repeat) Awooh...aye davanita...awooh...awooha... (4x)
Restless soul enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something don't you do it too...too... Small
Don't you want people to love you? My spanking, that's the only thing I want so much Spanking, that's the only thing I want so much That's the only thing
Lives opened and trashed..."Look ma watch me crash"... No time to question...why'd nothing last... Grasp and hold on...hold tight and fast... Soon
Vacate is the word, vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find the comfort in this world Artificial tear, vessel stabbed next up volunteers Vulnerable
Once divided...nothing left to subtract... Some words when spoken...can't be taken back... Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking...
P-r-i-v-a-c-y is priceless to me (4x) P-r-i-v-a-c-y (4x)
Don't need a helmet, got a hard, hard head Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood After a while, seems to
Winded is the sailor...drifting by the storm... Wounded is the organ he left all...bloodied on the shore... Gorgeous was his savior sees her...drowning
It's not all been said...been said and done... I've never slept in Satan's bed Although I must admit...still visits my place Uninvited as you know
I trust a lot in who I am That's the only way Blast! I know I know you're waiting But I'm not gonna be waiting Waiting for the time That you blast me