But I was too proud to go Now you're asking me Asking me Who made the million dollar decision? I made decisions of my heart If you see a man with his head
a cosmonaut said today, a world at peace..is a world thats ok we must fight to repair an astronaut said to me, are you happy with watching your tv
Everybody knows you're a liar, why don't I? I just heard about your lovin' on the side You're telling tall tales, girl, spinning webs too big to climb
I needed just a hit, one hit, it's a very little hit i'm sure you won't like it I needed to be hurt one hit would send my flying I got away with murder
I needed just a hit, one hit It's a very little hit, I'm sure I won't like it I needed to be heard One hit would send me flying I got away with murder
She told me all the things she knew You give her one, she'd reach for two The cold war on the sofa is getting closer And she's the hardest thing to do
enjoy your summer in hell Nashville in a coupe deville I swear we drove through an oil spill and the shacks on the roadside trade hats for water jugs
You scream louder than fiction And you get down on your knees And tear open your heart So I can love you and your disease Lick the hand that feeds you
little head yeah Yay-e-yeah I'll put assassins in your little head yeah Yay-e-yeah I'll put assassins in your little head yeah Yay-e-yeah I'll
She's not it She's really not it She ain't it She's really not it You know I'm glad that she's not alive She quit her job when she was 45 This kind of
You ain't loved me right for a while For your hand and word I'd crawl a mile For all that I know For all that I know For all that I know You're still
This is television Late night television Scripted with precision A corner store pulp fiction Sits where your heart isn't But with your eyes so green
I drove a tank in on the left I hid a rifle on the right When she said, "I see a tunnel And at the end I see a light" I see fire on the water On the
In my home They put so many pictures of me And I live In hopes that I can live up to me And I'm just As grim as I could possibly be In my head Where the
Enjoy your summer in hell Nashville In a coupe deville I swear we drove Through an oil spill And the shacks on the road side Trade hats for water
You scream louder than fiction And you get down on your knees And tear open your heart So I can love you and your disease You lick the hand that feeds
You scream louder then fiction, and you get down on your knees. And tear open your heart so I can love you and your disease. Lick the hand that feeds
dancing in your head, I'm in your head In and out I'm dancing in and out I'm dancing in your head, I'm in your head Set against a ravishing backdrop