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[fancy claps]

My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.My eyes are growin hand grenades for to have you.My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.I live in a house without any windows.My hands are growin spectacles for to grab you.My hands are growin half the night for to have you.My hands are growin spectacles for to grab you.My hands are growin spectacles.I live in a house without any windows.I got a 40 watt bulb to light up my life.My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.My eyes are growin hand grenades for to have you.My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.My eyes are growin hand grenades.I live in a house without any windows.I got a 40 watt bulb to light up my life.

[jms_uk]

{Ah. Uh. Ah. Uh. Ah. Uh.}It's alright. Can I see you later tonight? You're so fine. Younger than the others; it's not right. 'Cause you know I'm restless to you. How you get me all confused. You nearly pull me under. You're my 20 year old lover.And I can hear what they're sayin' when I'm talkin' to you. [Feelin' Alright!]I don't know what I'm feelin'! But I know it's somethin' I dig. [Feelin' Alright]I don't know what I'm feelin'. Just a little more than I should.Now some boys got so little to say but a lot on thier minds. So maybe I c-c-come a little late but you're right on time. Oh yeah. I need to let you know; don't be so quick on the draw. You gotta warm me up before you rub me raw-a-a-aw.And I can hear what they're sayin' when I'm talkin' to you. [Feelin' Alright]I don't know what I'm feelin'! But I know it's something I dig. [Feelin Alright]I don't know what I'm feelin'. Just a little more than I should. [Feelin' Alright]I don't know what I'm feelin'. For my 20 year old lover. [Feelin' Alright]I don't know. I don't know.{Uh. Uh. Ah. Ah.}{Spoken}: Hey-Hey let me talk to you for a second. I was wonderin' maybe I could pick you up at your mother's house and you could gimme a little kiss before she kicks me out. I got so many questions for like: What were you like in high school? Did you make all them girls nervous too? I just wanna do so many things to you. You know like, maybe sit in your bedroom and you could tell me about stories when you were younger and I don't know - show me your record collection, put your hand on my leg. I don't know maybe you're sick!! It's not right...ow-ow!!!![Feelin' Alright]I don't know what I'm feelin'! But I know it's somethin' I dig. [Feelin' Alright]I don't know what I'm feelin'. Just a little more than I should. [Feelin' Alright]I don't know what I'm feelin'. For my 20 year old lover. [Feelin' Alright]I don't know. I don't know. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know! But I'm feelin' alright. And I'm feelin alright - oh - alright. Yeah.

[Killiana]

Beautiful calm driving, deep sea pearl divingConstantly unwinding, beautiful calm drivingYou turned into anotherYou turned into nutterYou turned into another manYou're a stranger to meYou're a danger to meYou're a stranger to meYou're a dangerTo meBeautiful calm driving, emotional hidingEffortlessly shining, beautiful calm drivingYou turned into anotherYou turned into nutterYou turned into another manYou're a stranger to meYou're a danger to meYou're a stranger to meYou're a danger to meYou're a stranger to meYou're a danger to meYou're a stranger to meYou're a danger to meBeautiful calm driving

[jms_uk]

Lately you've been bothered by your friendsWe will disturb you, to make you talk againTry to find the other side of youThe things you hide, what you dont sayWe say no, oh noWe won't let you slip inbetweenWe say no, oh noWe won't let you squeeze right throughGive you second chances easilyWe wait for answers, for hours and yearsBut the sadness in your eyes won't go awayIt becomes you, in a strange kind of wayI wonder were you come fromWho you've beenWhat you gain, if you winBut my guess is right you break like glassAnd I wonder where, your god was thenI say no, oh noI won't let you slip inbetweenI say no, oh noI won't let you squeeze right throughOh how sweet a girl like you can beWhen she triesYou're changing skin like i change clothesYou're faking it well but it showsYou say, lately I've been bothered by my friendsThey need foregivenessI need therapy, they sayBetter lock up well before they comeWith their prairs, and loaded gunsBetter lock up well before they comeMore than ten years to ignore, what they here forWe say no, oh noWe won't let you slip inbetweenwe say no, oh nowe won't let you squeeze right throughWe say no, no no noSince you fall from every throne

[Killiana]

I ride the morning trainPeople come and goSo many different facesAs the city passes byI watch their tired eyesJourneys never madeBroken dreams of leavingFill the streets with dustThis is our final journeyIt's the end of the lineConstantly in transitWe just want to go homeThe rain that falls for weeksPainting pictures on the streetsTwisted stars beneath my feetI cruise the crowdI could be one of themGoing back and forthBetween familiar placesAs my blood turns coldI watch with gypsy eyesSecrets never toldStolen years of yearningTurn their tears to dust The rain that falls for weeksPainting pictures on the streetsTwisted stars beneath my feetI cruise the crowd

[fancy claps]

We'll need a new jungle, once the zoo age beginsWe'll hunt down television sets and kill them for their skinsWe'll squeeze the juice from cell phones and we'll smear it on our facesWhile zebra cars at dusk, drink from a gasoline oasisWith our necklaces of radio teeth and bar-code face tattoosWe'll build a tribal fire of sound bytes cut from Central Network NewsWe can sacrifice each logo, all those big fluorescent wordsUp from satellite flowers, keening, rise the karaoke birdsAnd they goWho are these shadows in my way?Who are these shadows in my way?Made-up law is in my way; in my wayMade-up law is in my way; in my wayIn my wayWe'll boil and shrink recording heads and hang them out on sticksWe'll start a jaguar cult and dress up like an XJ6Turn our CDs into windchimes, turning slowly in the breezeWe'll pursue the vegan cannibals through the fiber-optic treesWearing Sony-bones through noses where sampled monkeys screamWe'll wade waist-deep into the Astro-turf of joystick jungle dreamsWe'll forget that we had parents, we'll forget that we were whiteIn the kitchen, the peaceful kitchen, the lino sleeps tonightAnd we goWho are these shadows in my way?Who are these shadows in my way?Made-up law is in my way; in my wayMade-up law is in my way; in my wayIn my way :Hail:

[ToniAdams]

When I speak the words I repeatAre lost within this roaringAnd when I call your eyes turn to meBut what are they exploring ?Hidden shapes that pass fast awayUpon the waters streamingAnd what I see I just cannot sayThere is no one to heed meI could say that I am sorryBut what forgiveness lies before me ?In the riverThose who know me know all too wellAll my sins and failingsBut brother dear, how could I tell ?The course that I was sailingIn the flood, before my eyesI see the face that I despiseIn the riverIt's mine, it's mineDrifting far awayI can see you'rte not very strongAs the current sweeps you past meAns I can see your head going downAs helpless your cries find me"Help me ! Save me ! Lend me a hand !Pull me out ! Pull me out !Save me ! Save me ! Give me your hand !Pull me out ! Pull me out !"I would save you, give my lifeBut it's already sacrificedTo the riverIt's gone, it's goneDrifitng far awayMothers tell your children the truthDon't hide the fate that's waitingWhen you're born you start to drownThere's no help, no safetyFirst a gift of love is givenThen the winds rise, the sails are rivenOn the river

Edited December 15, 2008 by ToniAdams

[čekmeže]

SecuricorI'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army.I am working for securicor,Take the money and come back for more.I want to do it cause I know I should,For the customer and the common good.I walk around with a big alsation,He'll re-arrange you with no provocation,And I'm the bugger who has got the lead,You'll have to be bright if you want to get at me.Securicor cares. Securicor cares.Securicor scares the shit out of you,Do you want to come closer?I block the pavement with my club and hat,I deal in money that you can't get at.You want to use me cause I'm up for rent,Tough shit, cause I'm real busy.You ought to know me cause I've been a cop,Out at the army where I learned a lot.Some kids still chuckle when they see my van,But it's not all money sonny, you want to come closer?Securicor cares. Securicor cares.Securicor scares the shit out of you,Do you want to come closer?Do you want to come closer?Well I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,I'm a private in a private army, I'm a private in a private army,I'm a private in a private army.

[Killiana]

Let's stay awake and listen to the dark.Before the birds, before they all wake up.It's the ending of a play and soon begins another.Hear the leaves applaud the wind.See the sun come rising and white-wings start to fly.Like strings of pearls in the firey sky.I don't want to close my eyes, don't want to leave the stage now,As the leaves applaud our stay.Lend me yours wings and teach me how to fly.Show me when it rains, the place you go to hide.And the curtains draw again and bow - another day ends.The leaves applaud the wind.

[Gonzo]

She lifts her skirt up to her kneesWalks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughingI never learned to count my blessingsI choose instead to dwell in my disastersWalk on down the hillThrough the grass grown tall and brownAnd still it's hard somehow to let go of my painOn past the busted backOf that old and rusted CadillacThat sinks into this field collecting rainWill I always feel this waySo empty, so estrangedOf these cutthroat busted sunsetsThese cold and damp white mornings I have grown wearyIf through my cracked and dusty dimestore lipsI spoke these words out loud would no one hear meLay your blouse across the chairLet fall the flowers from your hairAnd kiss me with that country mouth so plainOutside the rain is tapping on the leavesTo me it sounds like they're applauding usThe quiet love we makeWill I always feel this waySo empty, so estrangedWell I looked my demons in the eyeLaid bare my chest said do your best destroy meSee I've been to hell and back so many timesI must admit you kinda bore meThere's a lot of things that can kill a manThere's a lot of ways to dieYes and some already dead who walk beside youThere's a lot of things I don't understandWhy so many people lieWell it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

Edited January 8, 2009 by Maistor

[Morgenrot]

I've been out walkingI don't do too much talkingThese days, these days.These days I seem to think a lotAbout the things that I forgot to doAnd all the times I had the chance to.I've stopped my rambling,I don't do too much gamblingThese days, these days.These days I seem to think aboutHow all the changes came about my waysAnd I wonder if I'll see another highway.I had a lover,I don't think I'll risk anotherThese days, these days.And if I seem to be afraidTo live the life that I have made in songIt's just that I've been losing so long.La la la la la, la la.I've stopped my dreaming,I won't do too much schemingThese days, these days.These days I sit on corner stonesAnd count the time in quarter tones to ten.Please don't confront me with my failures,I had not forgotten them.

[KristinaS]

Odveo me jedan mangupu najludjim godinamaoprosti mi, sreco mojavracam ti se, i gresna i samaKazni me, kazni, ako oci lazupusti ih, pusti, neka ti dokazuusne te i telo mojeda mi jastuk budu grudi tvojeUmorna sam od zivotalice mi je tako bledoshvati me jos ovog putaja sam tvoje gresno cedoVESNA ZMIJANAC

[JFrame]

Sretni ljudi dolaze u srce gradaSrca djevojaka su otvorena u srcu gradaSve je u redu kada si u srcu gradaLa la la la laNajbolji lokali se nalaze u srcu gradaRekordi na fliperima padaju u srcu gradaCijelu noc sam lutao od bara do baraA u zoru sam dosao na tvoja vrataJer sam morao da ti kazem.Odvedi me iz ovog gradaOdvedi me, ne zelim ostati ovdjeOdvedi me na neko drugo mjestoOdvedi me iz ovog grada.Ustao sam ujutro i donio vinoSjeli smo u kola i bilo nam je finoVozila si brzo praznim ulicamaRadio je svirao, a ja sam rekao.Odvedi me iz ovog gradaOdvedi me, ne zelim ostati ovdjeOdvedi me na neko drugo mjestoOdvedi me iz ovog grada.

[bad music for bad people]

When I die put that bottle in my handAll these years on earth, it was my only friendWhen you dig a hole and gonna bury mePut that bottle of Jim Beam to rest beside meAll my life I've been living on the runHanging out in bars and hotel rooms annoying everyoneLiving on the road running from coast to coastSpending many nights in jail, like a gunman at his postWhen I die, you don't have to cryYou don't have to feel no feelings insideNever cared or had no feelings for no oneThe only one I cared for was the one who made me cumLive my life like a loner on the trailSome of the nights in jail, I couldn't afford no bailNo one to call, no one to see me throughSo I bought a gun one day and I came gunning after youLiving on the road, playing scumfuc rock 'n' rollI'm on the road and I haven't got no homeNever lived nowhere long enough to call homeI'm just an outlaw scumfuc, playing my rock 'n' rollNever had nothing that could keep me satisfied'Cept my booze and my drugs and that woman by my sideShe was no woman, but she's good enough for meShe's got that cunt between her legs and that's all I needSo when I die put that bottle by my sideBury me with ol' Jim Beam and I'll be on my hell rideWhen I die, when I dieDown to Hell is my final destinationWhen I die put that bottle by my sideIt's the only friend I had in life and it kept me satisfiedLiving on the run you'll never take me out aliveI bought a gun, I'm leaving nowBye-bye, bye-bye

[čekmeže]

Fleki u zemlji nepravdeKrojači morala sa pijedestalaKroje mi jednobojno usko odijeloOdijelo po mjeri "radi i ne seri!"I ja ga ponosno nosimI šetam u njemu svaki danLopovi što naporno radeDa ništa ne rade, ugledna gospodaMuzu me i deru, po glavi mi seruDok mi ne pukne štrangaI adekvatno ne reagiramJer u našem malom dvorištuSu stvari sve po staromI sve su manje šanseDa nekom nešto objasniš gitaromA ako ne može gitaromMože i šamaromČekićem i ekseromLopatom i testeromJa sam obilježenJa sam nevin u ludniciSvi moji krikoviZa vas su jedva čujni šapatiJa sam rijetka vrstaEndemUnikat bez replikeMožete me pljunutiI dalje ću stajatiAl doć'e i taj danPo glavi ću vam skakatiKad ti pišaju po glaviTi se praviš da pada kišaI onda kad te jebuTi si faca jer biraš pozuKad oko sebe vidimOvu staru mladostOsjećam gađenje i grozuOsjećam permanentnuInsuficijenciju satisfakcije