Yeah, I'm on the verge of something good
It's been up my sleeve this whole time, waiting
Yeah, I'm not the condescending type
I'm just a boy turned man completely overnight
Now I
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Artist - New Found Glory
Find yourself in the gutter in a lonely part of town
Where death waits in the darkness with a weapon to cut some stranger down
Sleeping with an empty bottle, he's a sad and an em...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Phil Collins
Back in 1957
We had to dance a foot apart
And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines
Holding their rulers without a heart
And so with just a touch of our fingers
I could make our cir...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Joni Mitchell
I awoke today and found the frost perched on the town
It hovered in a frozen sky, then it gobbled summer down
When the sun turns traitor cold
And all trees are shivering in a naked...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - Joni Mitchell
Zoo-music girl, zoo-music girlOur ligfe together is a hollow tooth,spit out the shells, spit out the shells,You know exactly what I'm talking aboutDon't drag the orchestra into thi...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Party
Insect, insect, insect, insectIncest, insect, incest, insectNick the stripperHideous to the eyeHideous to the eyeWell, he's a fat little insectA fat little insect A fat little inse...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Party
King Ink strolls into townhe sniffs aroundKing Ink kicks off his stink-bootsand and soot and dust and dirt andhe's much bigger than you thinkKing InkKing Ink, wake up, get upWake u...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Party
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wingsMah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!(Damn things nearly hardly flap)Canker upon canker upon one millio...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Party
So you've come back for JenniferYou know, she hides her face behind a veilI'm warning you Frankie, leave on the next trainYour Jennifer she just isn't the sameQuit waving that thin...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Party
Quixanne, ah'm in its gripQuixanne, ah'm in its gripSinken in the mudPatron-saint of the Bog.They cum with boots of bludWit pitchfawk and with clubChantin out mah nameGot doggies s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Birthday Party