Just like every lichen, how you stick to me If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree With artistic license, always comes for free Just like every
: Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone You wish that they hadn?t, you don?t wanna be alone But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their
: They made a statue of us And it put it on a mountaintop Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum Take photographs have fun, have
: She will kiss you til your lips bleed But she will not take her dress off Americana Tropicana All the sailor boys have demons They sing oh kentucky
: The food that I?m eating Is suddenly tasteless I know I?m alone now I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But
: A man walks out of his apartment It is raining He's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings trying to save his suit Tryin to dryin
: Carbon monoxide Soon i?ll go to sleep If I don?t got my socks on right They slide right off of my feet As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a,
: Somedays aren't yours at all They come and go as if they're someone elses days They come and leave you behind some elses face And it's harsher than
: Bear : Regina...Regina... Reg : What? Bear : When is that song gonna start? Reg : Which song? Bear : The song that goes like 'Da na na na na na
: I kissed your lips and I tasted blood I asked you what happened and you said there'd been a fight You said i've been fighting for your honor but
: The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might so I'm waiting and
: I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and babysat all four of my kids Then in my dream I told the doctor off he said "if you don
: Just like every lichen, how you stick to me If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree With artistic license, always comes for free Just like every
villes Tu auras le concours pour tes quatre evangiles Jesus Kitsch, Jesus Kitsch oh Jesus Tout est consomme Jesus barbe et cheveux longs Jesus lumiere au neon Il est ne le dernier enfant de la consommation Jesus Kitsch, Jesus Kitsch
I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and babysat all four of my kids Then in my dream I told the doctor off he said "if you don'
The food that I?m eating Is suddenly tasteless I know I?m alone now I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare
Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone You wish that they hadn?t, you don?t wanna be alone But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own