| I want a home it can be at last where this all can rest each thought and dream every bad memory all the hours spent wondering and wishing remembering every warm breath and blue eyed glance everything that should have or could have been said I want a home | Burn these flowers are for you for the sunshine in your heart radiate, radiate, radiate, burn colliding to embrace this love is strong as it pulses through your lips and on to mine staring into it we go blind bathing in the warmth of our lovers arms |
| The Gray-blue Anthem shout out wipeout rock n' roll havoc club Gray-blue Trousers will fuck you in the face with fingers in the air like dvil horns no, like Gray-blue fever alcohol violence baliclava in a gray mini van we're gray-blue trousers and it's easy to see why all the little bitches want a piece of me we go from town to town we go from ho to ho why the bitches scream everybody knows all the bitches say that we got big cocks that we're ready to go cock-locked ready to rock but when we're in the sack we don't want them to talk we never have a condom so we always use a sock there is always a party and always sucky-sucky road wars in the summer and going to the beach wreaking havoc | Fourteen "at fourteen i didn't know a thing" words of wisdom from a kid of twenty failure and apathy are of his best qualities cause all he learned in school was shut up and do the work and all he remembers are the teachers who reminded him you're gonna be late again |
| Hamilton girls hamilton girls are ugly but i will do them cause i'm not gay hamilton girls are ugly but i will do them cause i'm not a dweeb hamilton girls are ugly but i will do them anyway |
people deserve to see me light pools beneath the street lamps and our car splashes in and out flooding the interior with light evaporating into darkness the painted line starts moving away as the driver changes lanes attempting to pass another car strobing down the road from my passenger window i see a child sleeping a parent driving so i start screaming wake up the glass rolls down my head sticks out spit flys from my mouth deaf from the hum of tire tread on pavement as our car speeds up | no one will hear him no one will hear him and no on was listening back in 1986 after a night at The Mill he hopped in his car and headed home and when he hit the telephone pole with out a seat belt he flew straight through the windsheild and now he's gone |
weather like moods it changes all the time with you like the light in the sky from day to night your weather like moods reflect in your eyes i wish i acted like you like the light in the sky from day to night your weather like moods forever changing |
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