As your casket closes listen to the living weep Their tears are such cold comfort when they bury you so deep You think they cry for you; that they came
was down by street decree she swore she'd pull my best years out of me fat wet lips on a sea salt canvas goodbye picasso hello dolly/dali the soil is
not bulky it weighs about an ounce And it's practically void of any frivolous flounce I will admit it has shoulder pads All things considered it's not so bad It
time she went their way Another petal fell Sometimes, life leads you Down a road that you don't choose You try so hard to win but you still lose Bottle it
the Ford With some difficulty Well more rain than we?d seen for a thousand years Caused financial joys and biblical fears It caused some smiles it caused some tears
Ford With some difficulty Well more rain than we?d seen for a thousand years Caused financial joys and biblical fears It caused some smiles it caused some tears
so eloquently, I cannot bear the suspense As I open the eartha?¦.. Tearing though the grounda?¦.. As I penetratea?¦the earth My skin is soiled and
he's not yours. need he be to see the sense? reassess these morals. it's all circumstance. so easy to take stand till it affects you. spilled my flesh
You're not even sure things are clear and bright Well did you let it take hold of your soul Was it like moonrise over your desert shore Tell me is it
re not even sure things are clear and bright Well, did you let it take hold of your soul Was it like moon rise over your desert shore Tell me is it more
. Gandhi called it Ahimsa. The Greenham Wowan call it the 'Politics of Whimsy', But it doesn't end there, neither is it enough. Gandhi played a major
with fire will tear down the barbwire And rip the belly from the waxy ghost So it's to youth I sing you this story And it's of youth I sing it now Like
Face down in the gutter, won't admit defeat Though his clothes are soiled and black He's a big, strong man with a child's mind Don't you take his booze
down Sound of thunder Smell of a burnin' oil What's that movin' beneath the soil The street lights out Dark shape on the ground Lazarus on down Lazarus on down
from town to town Where are you now, my sonidera? I'm at my final down, down My final down Right through the muzzle came my surrender I had to tear it
fear you have inside, you can run but never hide I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb Nothing shall remain, not your memory, your name It
The soil I'm lying on is cooling down with the vanishing daylight And bitter are these tears in my eyes They're slowly flowing down my cheek like glowing
when your pathetic life spirals down to the final solution which you can not pick up and dissolve selfish intentions how do you carry, do you pick up