Lyrics:
in beautiful technicolor
Directly from another place you could expect no other
To stand by these trues and break these rules
We defy the laws of cool
I don't know what's going on'
I don't know what's right or wrong
All my senses turning on
Don't know what I've become
Blaming fingers everywhere
all the breaks
Some guys do nothing but complain
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Someone to take on a walk by the lake Lord, let it be me
Someone who's
Streets are laughing at my essence
Fingers are pointed at my existence
Pointing at me, though I can not see
Anything in there
I can see
o
As you break your body
Like waves onto me
So take my finger
And trace it along your parts that glow
But satisfaction is something
I don't
Welcome to our home known for nothing. our home, suitable neither for heaven nor hell. enveloped in boredom. restless kids lick filthy fingers clean.
bride
The groom is by her side
Up to the altar,
Just as steady as Gibraltar
The groom has got the ring
And it's such a pretty thing
But as he slips it
grieving where they stand
An ordinary circumstance
An ordinary man
They gathered all possession found
They consummate their plans
Bleeding at their fingers
outside
(It's all by you)
Let it burn, where did you find her?
This shotgun in my hand
Unrest my finger,
On the trigger
You made this happen,
the trees.
Through the pines, Through the pines,
Won't you whisper
That you remember me.
I was a leash with no dog, like a track with no train,
I hung by my
Never claimed to be a model citizen, but I'm getting by
Used to drink and once I ate a whole cigarette,
But now I'm doing fine
Had to work out
far apart?
[Chorus]
I wish you were here
To shed off my tears
Wish I could close my eyes
And make you appear
Wish I snap my fingers
That is
With taking the bread from Your fingers and downing this cheap New Year's wine
That we call Your blood.
And You can wait for midnight but my lips are
most basic and primary needs, is destroyed and killed by this imperialism, hardly known in this nationalism, a waste of in this capitalism, but it grows
She's got the world wrapped around her little finger,
He's got the power to define his destination,
They've got the fire that they need to make it
eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
(Wow)
Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory
Forever these demons shelter within me
Struck by horror, realed with wonder
A face was spun in moonlit mirrors
Swept in fractures, pain inflicted
crushed that pray mantis
A crime punishable by death that would put your name on the list
rumor is that Santa Claus compiles pages worth of information
but
all the breaks
Some guys do nothing but complain
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Someone to take on a walk by the lake Lord, let it be me
Someone who's
down on the dirty backseat
Pressure of the hand and the fingers
And the pleasure won
I will always, go by your side
But it's hard to get drunk
by his name
And point your finger straight at him
Don't be afraid no more
He can't break you
Don't let him break you
He won't break you
Not this time,
I'm astray somehow
Lose myself to an inner pain
The chaos fed waves of sanity
Slam the door shut again
Can you really see me
As I slowly pass on by
knew it all was the same teenager in n out of
Juvenile hall, I remember being chased by the cops replaced my lunch money with a
Sack in my sock, I
trying hard to see
I can tell by your middle finger that you're warming up to me
Satisfaction
Bad attraction
Satisfaction
Bad attraction
You
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