as i was walking on the bridge the other day, i thought i saw you but you ducked and drove away. i could've sworn you told me you were gonna be out of
goals turned toward consumption away from the way we think. we're more concerned about what's in our pockets than the water that we drink. apathy increasing
work, war, and crime can't walk a straight line. out on the dance floor, everything's gonna be all right out on the dance floor, dance hall, dance hall crashers
yesterday the leaves were brown, and i was wearing a big frown, because my lover left me for the girl that he had loved before, the sky was cloudy then
i don't wanna go out with you tonight, i just wanna stay home and fight. nothing sounds more fun than what we do. can't imagine more fun with you. do
i keep on running but i'm starting to tire. i keep on moving cause my mind's on fire. it's an uphill climb and my feet are getting heavy. i keep on running
never thought of leaving you today. never thought i'd ever feel this way, but now i'm gone and you are alone. i hope you're not waiting by the phone
he don't leave when it's time to go. he don't leave at the end of the show. he's no friend an acquaintance at best. a scary guy in a leather vest. '
very fast It scares me to think just where my life has gone And that I may never see tomorrow's dawn I remember sitting on the swing I was nearly seven years old
. you'll be back, that i know even though that was three years ago. sitting in the north pole, feels like i'm getting old, but i'm still waiting for
How can you say that you need me when you never look me in the face How can you say that you love me when you've been messing around all over the place
i opened up the door and then i walked into the bar. through the smoky dim-lit haze, i saw him from afar. moved a little closer just to get a better
it started when he was just a young boy. coffee soon became his favorite toy. a cup in the morning began his day, soon he was drinking coffee all day
we always need a skinhead BBQ back in the month of June to ward off all the bad feelings left over from the fall and spring. we must rely on common sense
i can't believe the time - it's getting to be late, so crowded in the state of my mind i can't seem to think straight, it's hard to tell my fate anymore
telling me what to do with my life, telling me that i'm no good, telling me that you are the very best you're driving me up the wall. at one time you
there he goes running down the street. he's moving and panting and stomping his feet. he's hoping and trying to lose the law. he's almost away but there