Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue Thought I heard you talking softly I turned on the lights, the TV, and the radio Still I can't escape the
Mine, immaculate dream made breath and skin I've been waiting for you Signed with a home tattoo Happy birthday to you was created for you Can't ever
When I first met you on the roof You caught me with your web of youth But now I know the wicked truth It's much too late, so what's the use in fighting
I am, I myself alone Realize, I never had to use no one When it comes down to my soul Freedom puts my faith in none of the above There was a time I was
He's sinking faster than a drowning man He'll grab a hold of anyone he can Gun in his pocket and a heart of ham Uncle Sam He's dying faster than a rabid
Coat check girl up in happy land Has a violent row with a Cuban man Julio leaves in a drunken rage Comes back with the gasoline The club has no fire exit
Telephone call for Mr. Bones Dear Mr. Bones, we've had enough You can try, to pull us down With your pinstripe weasel stuff But word travels in this
Destroyed by MTV I hate to bite the hand that feeds me So much information The pressure's on the screen To sell you things that you don't need It's too
Here we stand In the shadow of the master plan Makin' trouble wherever we can Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up Can't you see This boy is going cheap
Just come softly to me In the shelter of my heart I watch you from my window Working this vicious road You shudder when the wind blows Girl you're looking
Shotgun Get it together Thing is jumpin' I wanna see your Bullets pumpin' Shotgun Itchy finger On the trigger Got to make the Shooter bigger Shotgun
Breath after breath Ama! danca Every day I wake up in this room And I don't know Where I come from Where I'm going to Then I hear the voice Senhora
Here she comes Better watch your step She's going to break your heart in two, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into those false colored eyes
: Destroyed by MTV I hate to bite the hand that feeds me so much information The pressure's on the screen to sell you things that you don't need It's
: Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue thought I heard you talking softly I turned on the lights the TV and the radio but still I can't escape
: Shotgun get it together thing is jumpin I wanna see your bullets pumpin shotgun Get you finger on the trigger got to make the shooter bigger (Now it
: Breath after breath (ama) breath after breath (danca) Everyday I wake up in this room and I don't know Where I come from or where I going to then I
: Mine immaculate dream made breath and skin I've been waiting for you Signed with a home tattoo happy birthday to you was created for ya Can't ever
