We've talked about it in letters And we've talked about it on the phone But how you really feel about it I don't really know What's Yr Take on Cassavetes
The stars are getting in and out of automobiles And we keep wondering when we're gonna feel something real Keep waiting for a Santa that'll never come
Off the pillow and into the air I'm ready 'cause it's my day Situation, it's all possible Everything is going my way My, my Metrocard My, my Metrocard
Oh, we could rock Or we could bomb Or we could try Like super hard Or we could come Or we could lose Or we could totally Totally, totally freak you
I'm in the sky when I'm on my floor The world's a mess and you're my only cure There's no time for me to act mature The only words I know are more, more
Hot topic is the way that we rhyme Hot topic is the way that we rhyme Hot topic is the way that we rhyme Hot topic is the way that we rhyme Carol Rama
The phone keeps ringing and it just won't stop There's a paper napkin in my coffeepot People freaking out on me left and right My head feels heavy but
One the morning of June 14, 1968 A group of hippies fled into the mountains of Colorado To wait for doomsday Four months and eight days Been waiting
Like a tiger I know you have claws too big for a pet Danger danger it's a lie you haven't hurt anyone yet All of the times we live life like we're in
Want more real attention. at my expence you forgot 2 mention.you talk good. ill eat glass i heard you read my mind behind my back. outside im waiting
We learned this lesson five times fine: fake left, go right, back-stabs read minds! Taillights shine beautiful, they make halos on the road. Don't give
(Tonight's the night, tonight we're gonna) (Tonight's the night, tonight we're gonna) (Tonight's the night, tonight we're gonna) (Tonight's the night,
Pipe down baby, why so fake loud? You've lied now ten thousand times...it's show business anyhow. You make me sick, sick, sick, sick. Where'd you get
You must not love to hate You must not take the bait And learn to hit delete You'd say the same thing to me Rent's high And the war's on And it's last
Walk in Give him my name Looks up and down Takes a good look at my pecs Puts down the clipboard Opens the rope for my 'stache Walk in with my duffle hanging
Peace Now, Peace Now, Peace Now, Peace Now! We are gathered here, we come from so many different places. From different identities, different cultures
Nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo. Nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo. Nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo. Nanny nanny, nanny nanny boo boo. If you ask us
Play it so safe to stay on top. Shake it, imitate it, but it still sounds old. We just can't understand why the man calls it lo-fi. So get your bags
