Maybe if I liked being alone I could give you your life back and let you go Maybe if I got it together again I wouldn't be belligerent and such a princess
Well, what do we have here Daddy? The lights are quickly changing Will I leave your heart along with the phone lines you're erasing? What a spineless
I heard broken footsteps Was that you limping Well I wish that I could spent Just a little bit more time with you, yeah Tears on my ceiling Weren't you
You were a million miles behind And I was crying every time I'd leave you Then I didn't want to see you I still keep my watch two hours behind Someone
You said I seem so grim and, darling, do you forgive me? And I went out on a limb 'cause I needed to be Near the fireflies flying high above me And then
This is a drag, that it's too late now And I wanted to tell you that I was wrong I didn't realize I still hold on to you But I still do Was it that I
You know I did somethin' right Somethin' that keeps me alive Know you sweet little babies When you came you let me know I, that I was finally happy Ooh
Out on the road between nowhere and Hell I caught a glimpse of my reflection in you But they can't believe I still want you around Hung on the line between
It kind of looks like we won't make it, my friend. And it looks like you can't take it again, my friend. And all the pretty roses wilted up and paled
This is a drag that it's too late now. And I wanted to tell you that I was wrong. I didn't realize I still hold on to you but I still do. Was it that
If you can't even stop the symptoms Then why in the hell do you drug the children The others can make their own decisions And with some help from you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I don't give a fuck about the FBI I don't give a fuck about the CIA I don't give a fuck about LSD I don't give a fuck
To whom it may concern Whatever your address I didn't think I'd have the nerve To write this I confess To get it off my chest But now that I have your
Their custom concern for the people Build up the monuments and steeples To wear out our eyes I get up just about noon My head sends a message for me
Telephone call for Mr. Bones Dear Mr. Bones, we've had enough You can try, to pull us down With your pinstripe weasel stuff But word travels in this
You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? The sugar D I C D A D I E That's just a title, explaining who I be Mista l A W N G E I take
So hold your head up high and know It's not the end of the road Walk down this beaten path before You pack your things and head home At the end of the
Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la, la la la la ?Tis the season to be jolly Fa la la la la, la la la la Don we now our gay apparel Fa