the info-mercial home shopping club. the money flows from young and old cash cash cow coming home. all style no substance. the flashy cars expensive
i need to say my life has turned around today. i know i'm lucky to be here. its been hard but i know i'm strong. i can survive. it's true the pain reminds
Call me foolish, call me stupid and naive. I've got these feelings they keep me thinking free. Some call it God, father, son, holy ghost, Krishna, Yahweh
this morning, it was all wrong. Wouldn't face my problems. So I wrote them in this song. Don't have the money for all the things I want. Can't be happy
you think you know me you don't know shit talking about me have we even met don't wanna hear another word about me from youand if i do you'll curse the
i believe that we have dreams of another world where we truly live in peace if its naive then call me a fool but in t his crazy place dreams are really
it could be late one nite or the middle of the day bone-crushing accident or the pain of slow decay can the young life fight will the old one fade away
tommy was a good boy no one ever dreamed he'd do such a foolish thing then mom heard the screams he'd been told a million time these were not toys why
me for why and who i am need someone to love me unconditionally baby's having baby's is a problem all i ever wanted is to be someone i know i'll be happy
Used to think there'd come a day, when all the problems would disappear. Working at a dead end job saving up to fly away. Drunken weekends, forgotten
Remember when you were 14 man. Thinkin' you were cool. Got your courage from a paper bag. Drink till you drool. Saved up all your launched money For
together we'll find Volare, oh, oh! Cantare, oh, oh, oh, oh! Let's fly way up in the clouds Away from the maddening crowds No wonder my happy heart sings
I never wanted to be wanted by you. Didn't try to lead you on. I don't feel happy, in fact I feel like shit. To think I could have done you harm. I know
