Lyrics:
'twixt love and duty
S'posin' I lose my fair-haired beauty
Look at that big hand move along
Nearin' high noon
He made a vow while in state prison
a working man.
I'm gonna need a shot of vitamin E
by the time you're finished with me.
I'm talkin' to you, Hot legs, you're an alley cat.
Hot legs, you
my hands are tied
So I can't pick up the phone
Even if I wanted to
By god I don't
by side and nothing else mattered
We were Straight Edge and at least I still am
Did you forget about what we said?
Or did it just not mean that much?
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
Something's out of order
People in the corners
Don't you see it
Can't you feel it
Floorfiller
You know by the sounds
When the crowd is getting wild
my hand
I finally understand
That love isn't just a word
Oh, it's heaven here on earth
And, when you promise me
That you will always be
The one
body like cancer
Consumed by a question, innately question the answer
An entrancer, traveling for truth portal to portal
To quell the parallel, heaven
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
When your love exists no more it's time to find another door
Rekindling flames that have gone dim, let feelings spread
a mountain man
It's twenty miles from town up the valley
To the little cedar cabin he calls home
She's waitin' by the door and the home fire's burnin' warm
I don't know
All of the comfort You bestow
Where could I fall, where could I land
Where I'm not resting in Your hand
How could I stray too far
take this arrow, I'll help you aim
Loke spawned by giants you came to us
Deceitful, if we can not trust
you, who can we trust?
Your outrages are
Imagine my hands are clean
I am revitalized by things unseen
I begin a dialogue with the road
Toothless, hopeful, about to explode
How could I
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
Pierced hands strangling your soul
Making you gasp for mercy
Choking confessions from your penance
Suffocate! You are a sinner
Watching
bought seems to slip right through your hands
Well, love has got disorders
And work has got demands
Don't say a word
Don't make a sound
Just might
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about
You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
Another year has gone by
And I feel that I've slept through it all
I'll be gone like the thief that's on the run
Who's got the world in his hands
now in store for me
A leper I stand
A pitiful scene
Martyred, by my impiety
Believe me
The vicious circle has triumphed again
And now a life
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Talking by the pool of light, language from America.
She puts on the film of him, King is white and in the crowd
They are not a melting pot, say
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
string
Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue
And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done
In witty conversation, by
And let me get my gloves
And walk the dogs for miles
Slower every day
I dream of growing big
Taken over by a slob
But the pay day stayed away
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