We're talking into corners Finding ways to fill the vacuum And though our mouths are dry We talk in hope to hit on something new Tied to the railway
All the things you said you thought I was dead Everything made me feel aware Ah, you're getting old you're doing things You're losing your hair All of
She needs love, like it's goin' outta style Sits down and cries about it once in a while 'Cause that wakes me up sometimes at 4a.m. Sayin', "Rock me baby
Leave your parcel at the front door And run away like you did before Blister, blister, blister Let's consider a change of scenery It's getting boring
The following is an audio recording. Contains songs of death, dying, and the dead. To avoid fainting keep reminding yourself, it's only a recording.
I open my mouth to talk about me I'll follow you around I'll talk about me Boring stories, I talk about me I never understand Nobody wants to hear it
If I'm half informed Sympathize because it's easy to get bored I don't have time to waste I'm busy cultivating useless good taste You need to know how
Some say they will and some say they won't Some say they do and some say they don't Some say they shall and some say they shan't And some say they can
[Valanne, Jarva et al.] I'm not here looking for HAPPINESS I can do well enough WITHOUT Everything I need from this LIFE. Just one tiny lil' bit of
If you leave early, no one's coming out to get you Once you're gone, we'll forget you were here and there I get up early, make a list and go on back
Holy man get you hands down out of 25 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Go ahead and leave ya When she said to see me Said ya gone ahead and leave ya baby Right
Nar du sovet 1,5 time, tar? pa arbejde med tommerm?nd Nar du godt vil se Animal Planet, men der kun er CNN Nar alle folk tager i biografen, men du ikke
I opened wide the door and ran inside the pub so loudly and the landlord said"oh hi ya bum, do you wanna something to drink" I answered"beer and sweties
Wheels of boredom, everywhere, seem to follow me Wheels of boredom, doing everything to swallow me You came looking for something, that?s for sure But
I fear that I'm losing what little was mine I gave you control and you're robbing me blind I showed you my soul and you took all I had Blind, mained,
Sabe esses dias em que horas dizem nada E voce nem troca o pijama, preferia estar na cama O dia, a monotonia tomou conta de mim E o tedio, cortando os
Tired of this done with that Never satisfied with where I'm at I sit and think what to do Just a motherfuckin' bore without a clue Shot my drugs drank
Yeah, well, I say what I mean I say what comes to my mind I never get around to things I live a straight, straight line You know me, I'm acting dumb