Trouble at the Henhouse
Hip Tragically lyrics
Hip Tragically lyrics
"Eldorado Lyrics"
Beautiful Homes Lyrics
In beautiful houses With beautiful gardens And beautiful friends inside And I stand all alone That rain falling down I stare at your window and I cry I love you so much I love you too much I love you so much so much Wil
In beautiful houses With beautiful gardens And beautiful friends inside And I stand all alone That rain falling down I stare at your window and I cry I love you so much I love you too much I love you so much so much Wil
He's a man-sized Eldorado, Hooved a doo
and who could blame him. Where we going?
What's the ticket? Just the mention of Berlin makes me sexy
and tired of thinking about drinking
for thinking of drinking while thinking
about drinking and thinking about drinking
It's a man-sized inside
Look in here it's all hardwood.
What's that smell? Smells like coffee
If you regret it please say something,
I've got no genius for evil that makes me common
and tired of loving, recovering, loving, recoveringlovingrecovering
recovering. It's a man-sized inside.
He's a man sized - Eldorado, whoopty-do
if you can't take it. Where he's going?
What's that ticking?
Just the mention of Berlin makes me sexy
and tired of thinkingaboutdrinkingforthinking
ofdrinkingwhilethinkingaboutdrinkingandthinkingaboutdrinking.
Tired of lovingrecoveringlovingrecoveringlovingrecoveringloving
recovering. It's a man-sized inside. It's a man-sized inside.
October 92
Dear You;
Kremlin Dusk Lyrics
All along I was searching for my Lenore In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe Now I'm sober and "Nevermore" Will the Raven come to bother me at home Calling you, Calling you home You... Calling you, Calling you home By the do
That's me in the Everglades, that's a
picture of me in the Everglades. Standing
beside me that's my sister. I've heard
that thinking someone can be spiritual,
but I become so quietly eloquent that
I can hardly beleive it's me. It's the
obscene silence of a broken-down system.
Maybe if I was a barracuda, ya know -
a compulsive killer that destroys more
than I eat?
I know making love is not priority one in
the future-fo-you-is-now-or-else-you're-
Proposition Lyrics
bring back that child," she said "spare me the price of freedom. cold is my baby's head blown by the wind of reason" even the rage behind cries out to see we're still standing under the closing edge pay for the crime of feelin
there's no sense in searching for perfection
when you're making successful mistakes
and I know that a slave is not a slave
if he's simply satisfied with less. Ah, but,
to know the routine is to know the man,
& I'm not much at keeping in touch. You
know; guidance, patience, nutrition, inspiration,
employment, instruments, airplay, production,
hospitality, company, conversation,
representation, friendship and the
routine. You even know who you are. Thank you