Well, I guess by the blood stain of your lips And the wander of your fingertips I should prove true to my emptiness And stay here Well, I?m just a kid
I went down an empty lane, searching for a song Came back an empty man My whiskers they hung long Lord, they hung long I guess I am your native son Despite
My baby breaks by the sea Floats her arms around me Where they pretend to be free She don't mean nothin' to me This broken opera just screams What don
Well, I don't know if I can take this anymore She's thinking as he shoves her against the wall Screaming, "Well, then what good are you for? You don't
Oh, the razor in your apple The affection of your glove The prison of your company The snake oil of your love The heights to which you drag me Just to
Well, once I knew a railway girl Her age was 17, I gave her all I had to give But the baggage of my dreams Stole me from the games we played Scorned
Mama go make my bed Tuck in the absurd These confessions are mine But I?ll claim not a word It?s a restless parade that passes me by And through the
Oh, lady fair, your stranglin' hair Ribbons 'round my tongue I try to speak, my thoughts grow weak For all the yarns you?ve spun I heard them say that
So now, let me tell you about this girl of mine Heart like all men?s dreams in the days of 49 I turn hollow, no me more swallow, fast only she breaks
Why must it come to this? You disown me with a kiss Another number on your list Guess, that's me But oh, girl what have I done? Another fool blind by
Fly low ye carrion crow Seize my body for the debt I owe Drop me high into the depths below For the things I've seen, no one else should know It's just
Well, my kind's been around forever And I claim to be one of the few And the lost cause of words walks away with my nerves 'Cause I'm gay as a choir boy
There are many ways to victory But only one to conquer To be king or to be slave For revenge or for submission Show him your strong when you're really
trygg Nar manen henger hogt og ser pa nar du blir forfulgt Det siste blikket du ser Den siste stemmen som ler Han som gar i dine sko er din kavaler
Well my kind's been around forever And I claim to be one of the few But the lost cause of words walks away with my nerves 'Cause I'm gay as a choir boy
I guess by the bloodstain on your lips And the wander of your fingertips I should proof true to my emptyness And stay here Well I'm just a kid of ill
You might have seen me 'neath the pool hall lights. Well baby I go back each night. If you got a throat I got a knife. Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
A domandarti come stai, si corre sempre un certo rischio. Il rischio che risponderai e questo normalmente sai, non e previsto! Non e prevista l'onesta
