Lyrics:
It's an old profession
Of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
Button out, button in.
The tall general will mine
A few bridges tonight,
matters
We follow the line of the palms of our hands
You're standing in the supermarket
Nothing, holding hands
In your red dress, falling, falling in,
-Runaround On The Underground- (from my own listening)
I'm waiting at the bus stop
For a double decker ride
Supermarket checkout boy
Finds his way inside
handles
There ain't much holding them together but work and fun
In the middle of the woods you find a general store
Selling everything that you could ever
opponent's
Holding kryptonite
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
But, I'm still paying dues
Each time I drink and start to think
I'm ten feet tall and bulletproof
to wipe out all the sad ideas
That come to me when I am holding you
We've got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas
Involving me, involving
to wipe out all the sad ideas
That come to me when I am holding you
We've got obsessions
All you ever think about are sick ideas
Involving me, involving
the fact
Well she find a new love and it's holding her back
That is why I'm standing by myself on the railroad track
Boop boop bop, heart a beat non-stop
in the rush
Holding the poison within
This battle no one wins
No
Stand
The Stand
Plague came down on us like a ton of bricks
Generals
the rush
Holding the poison within
This battle no one wins
No
Stand
The Stand
Plague came down on us like a ton of bricks
Generals spilled their bag
Walking down the supermarket catwalk
Feeling like a queen, busting a move, making a scene
You know, I don't care about those threats, that empty talk
Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle
But
Killing you because you have to hold on and hold out
Life, walking through life
To the supermarket, home, to work
Holding out and holding on
You don't
a room holding a gun to his head
He's man oh man what am I gonna do
I can't change the past but I can change the future
If I pull this trigger right now
Fort Point, high tide
Gold Gate, South side
Holding on to hatred
way too tight
Eucalyptus
Sidney gonna miss ya
You skipped the wizard by mistake
No
Through battles in Arenas with the world elitist
Running strategies of war that were fetus ideas
To other generals, from them the assassin would free us
Soldier
Stand for the truth you stand alone
Government will cover up
I saw a man sitting in a room
Holding a gun to his head
He said man, oh
Tears in public, not yet
Drums have rolled for hundreds of years
Since we've blown one another to bits
Generals and soldiers still holding their ears
shining down on you
A date to be born and this is all you ever needed ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
And the supermarket checkouts will keep beeping on long after you
m-au prins
Poate vreau anii ce s-au stins
Daca ar exista magia as da timpul in urma
As schimba ce s-a scris
Profit in general de orice info
Retrospectiv
unfolding
All the young wives afraid, turn their backs on the parade
With babes they're holding
The marines have landed on the shores
Of Santo Domingo
Parking tickets
Is it my turn yet?
I’ve been working for the life I might deserve
I feel shame when I’m in the supermarket
My hands trace over
He was a powerful general, the smell from his breath was Ballantine
I think it was the year '89
He stayed the freshest, Polo boots, wallies with
the fact
Well she find a new love and it's holding her back
That is why I'm standing by myself on the railroad track
Boop boop bop, heart a beat non-stop
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