The way you're dancing makes me come alive Makes me shiver and perspire Your surreptitious glancing, the way you crack a smile You really start a fire
Another link in the chain getting rusty breaking Down in the gutter with a smile It's another case of finding your place Another number showing what he
We walk and think and sink and love and fear. We're afraid of earthing. Dizzy. Spinning. Die. Die before it's all through. Fall and hit my head on you
The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions
'Mess' by Brian Benham Tell me something I will never forget Tell me something that I won't let escape my head Like when you loved me Speak now of times
Are you living in an old man's rubble Are you listenin' to the father of lies Are you walking' with unnecessary burdens Are you trying to take them upon
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing
I got a patch. I got a pin. Obtained political beliefs from the same songs as my friends. I got a five finger discount to the little record store, its
He can't take the street no more Street too full full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full full of junk He turns to his t.v. t.v. full
Why can't you see That this is how our love was meant to be? I'll never understand why you are putting me down Ruining everything And when I'm looking
mess, it'a a mess, but there are no lyrics. Don't you know it's just some noise!
"Gimme more toxics" screams the river "You're gonna die on this rubbish planet!"
Motor cars, handle bars Bicycles for two Broken hearted jubilee Parachutes, army boots Sleeping bags for two Sentimental jamboree Buy! Buy! Says the
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two Brokenhearted jubilee Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two Sentimental jamboree Buy, Buy says the sign
'I do not exist' We faithfully insist Sailing in our separate ships And coming in tiny caravel Tiring of trying, there's a necessary dying Like the horseshoe
~~~~~ He thought he was putting his things in the right place Everything had a name and everything had a place But now there's so much of this stuff around
Paul Kelly (Mushroom) She was always bugging us Every day on the way home Riding on the back of the bus Every time we tried to kiss She was there right
When yer chips have just gone cold, don't throw 'em in the bin like you've been told. Chuck them down onto the floor, then tread them in so the mess looks