You come around, I close my eyes lay on the ground and I'm eating up your lies so hard I try to fade you out the only button you have makes yon loud
Jack in the box, me in big trouble. Hope is not enough, my box is small. Close to the wall and not easy to unfold. Living in an envelope and I don
She is a girl every boy is dreaming of and when she smiles, no one can't get enough. She's got long brown hair and her eyes are brown, too! When she
[Originally by Eddy Grant] Well Jo'Anna she runs a country She runs in Durban and the Transvaal She makes a few of her people happy, oh She don't
whole time the same old song I'm just a little lunatic and my name it is not Rick If you call me Rick - Then you are wrong You are wrong Let me go, I'm not
You can only find this land, use your brain, don't use your hand For fleeing from anxiety, to this mystic land for eternity Marvelous things everywhere
When the sun is gone and you look down a loaded gun, then you know mad mom is on the run. She is steeling stuff away, though she knows it's not okay
Hello little girl, are you sure to know my faces I saw you there, but you ignored me I stood over there, think I can't remember all things Cause
Here I sit and I am waiting If you'll come or if you won't You're abusing all my feelings And you kick my heart around I am sure that you're no angel
Here's a brand new song for you from a guy who's crazy too, and literally - quite amazing He's the one and only Maze, the only one of human race, and
let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping the best, but excepting the worst Are they gonna drop the bomb or not
by ignorance - the endings of our circles won't surely reach their aim A result of humans brain, a result of no one's brain I'm not scared, of the
lot's of fun ! Buil you're live on solid ground, do not make one sound in routine you can trust, the world turns much too fast. For you, but not for
Shit, it sucks a little bit, all the doors are shut And all I want is quit! Now the fog is creeping in, there's the first green face Not of human
There's a box with posters, pictures and some stuff It's quite nice and so I can't surely get enough Of this box full of posters, pictures and some
Can't you put your fingers out of my nose am I to suspect in your way my minds dead drunk I try to hold your hand but I can't overcome myself I
on our own collecting the tools, make our own rules to show them all where we belong you can ignore all the laughter and the pain that our ground is still not
Monday morning, broken bottles of glass. Wake up in a mess. Takes a minute, realize my pants on and I have to work. Whiskey, Donuts, maybe a T-Shirt