Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die Tripping Billies
. . . Oh I watch you there through the window And I stare at you wear nothing but you wear it so well Tied up and twisted, the way I'd like to be. . . Crash Into Me Whatever tears at us, whatever holds us down, if nothing can be done.. we'll make the best of what's around. Because it turn's out not where, but who you're with that really matters and hurts not much when you're around The Best of What's Around I've this creeping suspicion that things here are not as they seem The Stone | |
I can see 3 corners from this corner... Typical Situation If along the way you are growing weary you can rest with me until a brighter day Where Are You Going She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing These crimes between us grow deeper Ants Marching You see the little monkey sitting up in his monkey tree One day decided to climb down and run off to the city But look at him now lost tired living in the street As good as dead you see what a monkey does - stay up your tree Big Eyed Fish Celebrate we will Because life is short but sweet for certain Two Step Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out Dancing Nancies A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me I was just wondering if you'd come along, hold up my head when my head won't hold on. I'll do the same if the same's what you want, but if not I'll go The Stone There was a window and by it stood, a mirror in which he could see himself. He thought of something, something he had never had, but hoped would come along. Cry freedom, cry. From deep inside where we are all confined Cry Freedom if i had it all...you know....i'd fuck it up If I Had It All I'm not going to change my ways just to please you, or appease you We seek up an emotion, but our cup is overflowing Seek Up Your top was untied and I thought how nice it'd be to follow the sweat down your spine Dreamgirl
Look at me in my fancy car And my bank account Oh, how I wish I could take it all down Into my grave, I'd save Seek Up
How she wishes it was different She prays to God most every night And though she swears he doesn't listen There's still a hope in her he might Grey Street
You think of things impossible and the sun refuse to shine Grace Is Gone |