"Hello. How are ya babe" it's been a long, long time. I've only brought some stamps, cigarettes and a bottle of wine. I know I'm probably the last person
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It irritates you, the way I dress it bothers you, my hair so short I don't it to annoy you, I confess I hate you, and all your sort Sheer Terror [x5
Waiting for the fall. Hours slip on by, and the curtain has it's call. The audience never came, but the fat woman went home. The box-office has tallied
Hours are passing and I have little command. It's like shielding a target with nothing but your bare hands, Time dos come crawling to me on it's hands
Holy Mary, mother of Moses. Jesus Christ on a crooked crutch. He's a chicken inspector with a lie detector. A tall drink of water with a Midas touch.
Pass the time, passing the time. Wasting my time looking for the end. Smoking like a dragon, drowning in my flagon. Pumping like a work horse going '
If it's over, then leave it at that. Don't tell me that I might stand a chance at something that I've held on to for so long, and you easily throw away
When the sleet smacks you in the face And you've fallen down in his backyard A stiff cold breeze blows right up our ass. You clutch at snow as if it
Silence is golden, but I'm gonna scream and shout. Wallow in the muck and mire like a howlin' drunken lout. Make room for daddy boy, poppa's got a brand
Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son Whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun. Oh jesus save me! And the unsung western
'Got Jesus in the back, dead of a heart attack. 'Got Satan on his knees, I'm doin' as I please. ALL MY LIFE - THE SPOILER ALL YOUR STRIFE - THE SPOILER
Offering my all to anyone who isn't there... Raising my eyes to meet another empty stare... (Swing low-take me home-here's one for the boys) Someone
Enough of your shit, I've had it up to here. It's time I made my intentions clear. I don't give a fuck about your skinhead pride And I couldn't care
Kill the sound and hit the lights I've had about enough tonight. I've been tried and I've been true. Ten years on - am I through? (Why the hell am I
As you poured your heart out, I poured myself another drink. Too calous to give a damn, too callous to even think. You felt electricity, I only felt
