Don't you know that the odds are stacked against us, and no-one here's gonna tell you how to win. Read the book, seen the script, completely vacant.
You broke the mould. Tore the book to pieces and wrote your own. Your heart dissolved. Into a million pieces you couldn't solve. You lost the plot
Blinded by the flash bulbs, the shot-gun glitter sparks Little lights out dancing in the dark I won't be here for long but I'll be sure to leave a mark
Drinking alone again. In the basement. Scanning the ceiling for a blueprint. I can't face the evening straight. I'm not a martyr. Red wine a sleeping
I woke up in a city where the sun don't sleep The future was folded right out in front of me A broken down town in a dead man's dream You can't fix your
They broke your body, While you were sleeping. And with poisoned fingers, They tied you to the sheets. Sleep does nothing for you. It just makes
I built myself a fortress in your velvet folds. Will my heart collapse if it's full of holes. They say it's in the drugs. But if it makes you happy.
. They paint your eyes white and soak your feet. Tired, you hang your head. And with wet grass and foreign flowers they make your bed. Beneath a beautiful dead
I was gonna tell you, before they took my words... That you may need a murderer to do your dirty work And you've got alot to learn We're creatures of
. Still kiss with tongues But sleep in separate beds Wouldn't you say it's over by now? Wouldn't you say it's all over? Tomorrow will make us deader
: (Lou Reed) (chorus 1) There she goes again (there she goes) She's out on the street again (there she goes) She's down on her knees my friend (there
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me" Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Women got legs, men got pants I got the picnic, you got the ants, Put it in the fire heaven knows Take my torch and touch
: (Tyler/Perry) Light voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream Leaving the things that you learned behind Leaving the things that you love behind
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus) Postcard stowaway within Pristine indigo without Banded ottoman as such Sofa seated one too much All along the
: (Lou Reed) Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel just about everything Lately I'm just feeling bad Lately I'm just
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your jew
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/M. Stipe/L. Stipe) Come on aboard, I promise you you won't hurt the horse We treat him well, we feed him well There's lots of