You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche,
Cool blue reason empties on the page Your colleagues are in prison and your enemies enraged Cool blue reason comes into your world There's two more dead
in your mattress back in 1982. Daria, I won't be soothed. Daria, I won't be soothed over like, Smoothed over like milk, Silk, a bedspread, or a quilt, Icing on a cake
In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf Is a small reminder of a simpler time When a crumpled up pair
I'm an unknown individual in an unattended car Hey, welcome to Chicago or wherever you are New York to London, Barcelona to Berlin Sacramento, California
People you love Will turn their backs on you You'll lose your hair Your teeth Your knife will fall out of its sheath But you still don't like to leave
Ha Ho Ho Unnggg Yaaw! That's right. That's wrong. Watch it, watch it. Hey. Ohhhh hey.
So you'll be an Austrian Nobleman Commissioning a symphony in C Which defies all earthly descriptions You'll be Commissioning a symphony in C With money
We know of an ancient radiation That haunts dismembered constellations, A faintly glimmering radio station. While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather,
You have always got to move, You're always trying to prove that, There is something new in, Everything you do. You are mostly in your car, You always
It's three o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's four. I am thinking of you, Wondering what I should I do, But I'm finally cutting through this haze.
Clouds hung hugely and oppressively Over our busy little cars Clouds hung hugely and oppressively We didn't notice We didn't care We didn't notice Driving
I bombed Korea every night. My engine sang into the salty sky. I didn't know if I would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every
At first I was afraid. I was petrified. I kept thinking I could never live Without you by my side. But then I spent so many nights Just thinking how
I can't believe it's true. I can't believe that you Don't want me anymore. You're with him, And you don't even know That I've been dying all day long
It's coming down. It's coming down. It's raining outside. You've nowhere to hide. She's asking you Why you think it's funny. It's coming down. It's
I'm sitting by the, Window of your, Thirty-second, Floor apartment, Waiting, For your, Phone calls, All to End, I'm sitting, watching, wind blow,Watching
That Italian guy over there The one with the polyester pinstriped suit The one with the gray hair and mustache Must be thinking really loud thoughts