Its better to rule Hollywood than to serve in Heaven Waiting around for your bread to leaven We left a trail of headless Barbie dolls and Leg hold traps
There is a war on and all of the morons are winning, they are winning year to year. There is a war on and you're on the front lines grinning, you are
Take me for a ride, she said its time The queen of heavy sighs takes back the night And cowering Olympians unite Let me hitch a ride, I think you'll find
I plucked out all of my plumage, and I can keep nothing down Peacock with poor body image, and a temple that's sure to be torn to the ground I'm tired
I drive tonight, you're miles away, from heavy eyes, roadside bouquets I focus on your face again, you're the rose upon my meridian The yellow lines they
We cried before and after you caught us in mid laughter And you?d think we always laughed But we act in every photograph and We can never just be ourselves
She hums along to the room tone while she tidies up She'll harmonize with the room tone while she reads her book He works alone in the room tone and derives
It's not like you to call when skies are blue, and it's not like you to call at all, But some heavy rains bring a call or two to complain no one ever
Soft and tranquil eyes have the elephant He's been tranquillized beneath the circus tent The public and the prod are unforgiving and links of shackle
This youth is like fire, and my senses like hay The truth is they conspire, those friends to take you away. Your eyes how they shine, but your eyes they
Towards your learning, you focused all of your desire when I was burning Discussed the properties of fire, Does it occur to you now? In the ashes all
What?s seeming quiet, in private rages We?re a city of tigers pacing cages for Jennifer Our sense of play, I sense is dimming We?re an orphanage of children
Sad girls sit on the rim of the ashtray Sad girls sock it to you soft and low with an ear to their transistors Just to hear their boys say "I love you
I got no friends as I have lost them Down the steepest ridges I have tossed them I burned our bridges as we crossed them I got no friends now I have lost
Brace yourself son, there were complications We had to remove your heart Growing older is repairing damages Accepting failure A series of slaps in the
West Van girl, you are all that isn't fair Can I brush your hair and whisper East Van things in your ear? West Van girl, you're a sheltered little gem
When we were young, we dreamt of houses Took Madonna whores as spouses Storied halls, our portraits hung When we were young When we were young youth
When something in my history is found, Which contradicts the views that I propound, Or shows that I perhaps am not the guy I claim to be, here's what