Lyrics:
The tip jar seems so empty at the end of the night,
but when the show is over, it's so good to know you tried.
So play a song to remember about the love
The tip jar seems so empty at the end of the night,
but when the show is over, it's so good to know you tried.
So play a song to remember about the love
or delight
Go support it or we'll all fight
Do you carry any remorse?
For the students takin' your fuckin' course
So that's why Chi rap is so mid
I'll just go
LEGENDS
By John Costello ©2023
Freddie is our Champion; Eddie taught us we could Jump...
Jimi showed us how to kiss the sky.
Jerry brought the Dead
A bizarre mess of a humanoid hanging from his face by hooks
Hanging by his mouth from a device
Whose purpose is beyond the human comprehension?
In
nightmare Fire won't stop Guilt is growing To bow no one And bow together For the new angel Bow together For the new angel And bow to me By my will Show me
playing games, I'd never be alone
Someone stole my heart and then he ran away
I gave the best I had to give
I need somebody whose not in it for
and waiters, the assholes at the DMV,
And that macho jocko drunk whose trying to pick a fight with me.
You're on the lost.
You're on the list. Of people who I
Last night, I waved goodbye
Now it seems years
I'm back in the city,
Where nothin' is clear
But thoughts of me,
Holdin' you, bringin' us
The virgin metal was thrust in the forge
Its power works for those
Whose dreams of peace still hold
The skies rejoice the coming day.
Gonna shout, gonna
I always seem to complain
It starts to sound a touch pathetic
Is everybody the same
Mass produced to look generic
Armed with nothing but opinions
weakness never showed
I'm just a whore by the side of the road
the road
its good to be somebodys whore
somebody loves you
I've given you all and what
Sometimes when I walk the streets
I'm overcome by this fantasy
That I'm the only one whose mind is not yet gone,
And that the rest live in
I don't know how long I stayed in bed
The day is surely dead
And once again, I'm sleeping with the book I read
And colorfully and candidly
it points
for you to learn
I am immortal and shall be when all is not
I see the flesh to life and then to ground upon which it rots
Within the night, a tribe
No more vines, no more
Staring deep inside this mirror
Trying to figure out whose staring back
I guess that I haven't decided
Where my heart it is
Boy I'm filthy as hell but I say I'm blessed
Which I am tho'...
Even in my foolishness God is graceful, I'm unfaithful
But I'm thankful..
In the midst
Last night I waved goodbye, now it seems years
I'm back in the city where nothin' is clear
But thoughts of me holding you, bringin' us near, and tell
Sitting in front of the TV screen
Of a laundromatic washing machine
Gazing at the goggle box
Watching lots of filthy socks
Whose silken thread weave
to him, the woman whose appearance is exactly the same as mine.
Who should she see but the finest corpse
That ever her eyes shone on
Oh, fair Eleander called unto her head maid
Whose corpse is this oh so fine?
She
all around
Waiting for Jerry to kick the gong around
Thumbs up, keep your thumbs up
He knows by know that when the clock strikes eight
Each night it
I'm losing my mind in a record amount of time
Is it all in my head?
These ghosts in the hall ways, and mirrors, and under my bed
In each town I
Last night I waved goodbye,
Now it seems years
I'm back in the city
Where nothing is clear
But thoughts of me holding you,
Bringing us near
And tell
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