And we can run from the backdrop Of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock Bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met In
You're not in this alone let me break this awkward silence Let me go, go on record, be the first to say I'm sorry hear me out Well if you take me down
It's the tearing sound of love notes Drowning out the gray stained windows And the view outside is sterile And I'm only two cubes down I'd photocopy
Late dawns and early sunsets Just like my favorite scenes Then holding hands and life was perfect Just like up on the screen And the whole time while
I keep my kings in the back row, but I will taste my glory. Their crowns lined up, they look so good. Gold medals are rare here and silver straight up
One for hatred two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Gotta four for a try but don't stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye
Paul Kelly (Mushroom) Little boy you look so clear around the eyes And what they've got in store for you you may not realise So be careful when you hear
The peons of Mexico Long have known suffering and pain Zapata and Villa Have died there, fighting in vain Rube'n Jaramillo kept up the tradition He fought
Our outlook is bleak but the moment is grand To be told we're independent is not enough We should strive for autonomous thoughts And your pride in your
*radio static* That was the Dogg Pound here right on W-Balls 187.4 on your FM dial You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all DJ Suk T Nutts Aiy
Pistol shots Gun shots Pistol shots Gun shots Bullets from a revolver Bullets from a gun Bullets through the atmosphere Here they come John, I've been
I guess I never told you: I was never one to go backwards, and your words are just words. I'm afraid to die in Statan Island, I can't lie to you. But
I been dodgin' the girls like they were bullets And up til the time I met you, I'd done my best Until you came along and you took aim And your big ol
Dancin' mother, twirling round, Barefood dancin' Mother naked, sing to me A song of wonder Dancin' mother, up in the sky As old as time There's a wind
Take me to New York I?m away from Rome Oh what a nice the neighbourhood Where the cops like to shoot On the streets in queens Fifty bullets and you?re
Out in the sticks and the squirrels and the ticks Andy my 30-06, I'm runnin' out of Miller Lite Trucks in park, the dog won't bark Couple hours till dark
I think that I'm missing something A subtle target on my heart I think that I'm missing someone And that someone is you I want you right here I want