You pretend you're high You pretend you're bored You pretend you're anything Just to be adored And what you need Is what you get Don't believe in fear
I was angry when I met you I think I'm angry still We can try to talk it over If you say, you'll help me out Don't worry baby (Don't worry baby) No need
I'm living without you I know all about you I have run you down into the ground Spread disease about you over town I used to adore you I couldn't control
{Good afternoon, Mr. Mangini, good afternoon Yeah, I've got, ahh, three problems in my class The first one is the Dinco D, yeah, right He's always zonin
How did it start? Well I don't know I just feel the craving I see the flesh and it smells fresh And it's just there for the taking These little girls
Trash don't throw your love away Oh, trash don't take your light away Oh, trash don't you take my night away And please don't you ask me if I love you
When It's Autumn In The Soul Black Shapes Uprise And Time Grows Old How Much Longer To Endure The Pain In The Distance Her Name Echoes Across The Plain
[Originally by The Kids Of Widney High] Throw away, throw away, throw away the trash come on everybody, throw away the trash throw away, throw away
(Kilvington / Greaves) He picks up the pieces Of long gone days Of old fashioned people And old fashioned ways He picks up the pieces Where nothing remains
Feeling nervous, I'm feeling so strange Just a prisoner wanting to escape Let go feel your body, let go of your mind A walk on the wild side calls you
Stay right there, go no further Don't get a doctor, don't get my mother It's too far to walk, gotta decide Turn around, we're takin' a ride So, take
It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door It ain't the way you sweat me for a
Welcome to the party It's only me and you Tell the world to go away, babe And I'll tell you what to do Come over here and kiss me I want to pull your
You come on strong with a great big smile But your teeth are as sharp as a crocodile You promised me the moon and the stars and the sun But you never
Your Mama thinks I'm filthy Alright Your daddy calls me scum Alright Wrap your fingers all around me I'm your g-g-gun Well, I'm dressed in black I'm
Mr. Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potaters, He leaves the bone and gristle and he never eats the skin. The busboy comes and takes
She gave you everything she had But she was young and dumb She'd just turned twenty-one She didn't care to hang around So when the shit came down Why
It's funny how, even now you still support me After all of the things that I've done You're so good to me, waiting patiently And isn't it sad that you