Wake up the dying, don't wake up the dead
Change what
she has eyes disability blue
a german dog and a strict
Take heart, my little friend
And push back your seat
Soon we'll
these are the sounds
of things that are past...
Little field mice
Living under the house
Never eating much
Tough life for
The cut-rate mine walking through the dirty streets,
Of Paris,
I can't look at the rocket launch
The trophy wives of
It's a motherfucker
Being here without you
Thinking 'bout the good times
Thinkin
How does her world spin
Without me in her nest
Could there
The smokestack is spitting black soot into the sooty sky
The
Today is a lovely day to run
start up the car
If I lay my head down
I will see you in
Taking a walk down to the mall
Smellin' piss and beer
Sun comes up on the old neighbourhood
Spray painted bricks and
i bought some rock star ashes,
from the back of
Went down by the old courthouse
Stumbling through the streets
Had to