Pigeon John and I'mma call ya not (Use my thoughts when I spit, and I get deep like a diver) (oohwee!) Hop up like a chimpanzee Little ladies, wiggle and come see we Little dribble the riddle in Symphony
caring the least About true feelings... Come into the universe of the ones who can bring future to a forever lost world The Symphony's leading us to
(Instrumental) (Merci a Niko pour cettes paroles)
on to a runaway train No turning back Tethered to a runaway train Take me away Torpid in the wind and rain No turning back Hang on to a runaway train
Time: 2:15 Irving Music, Inc. BMI Master #57934 Brian Wilson
Tell me that you need my love Only when you need to be loved 'Cos I'm lonely Even rainy day's delight Promise I keep you rejoice 'Cos I'm lonely Yes
Suck cess on a plate. lick its pus from a spoon Gnaw at rashes on a dish, munch on the expelled womb... Its testicles incised - the foetus liquidized
no choice Go on and give me the gun! Let me blow them open It's out of my reach, Nevermind what they think about me and the shattered symphony The shattered symphony
Freude, schoner Gotterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium, Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, dein Heiligtum. Deine Zauber binden wieder, Was die Mode
your great coat and you've laid down your gun You know the war you fought in wasn't too much fun And the future you're giving me holds nothing for a gun
No man's a jester playing Shakespeare Round your throne room floor While the juggler's act is danced upon The crown that you once wore And sooner or
the rain starts falling Tonight Does it have to be the old thing Tonight It's late, too late To chase the rainbow that you're after I'd like to find a
You're not a ship to carry my life You are nailed to my love in many lonely nights I've strayed from the cottages and found myself here For I need your
gleam While you lie on a cold damp ground You're taking in the face of a rifle butt While the wardens hold you down And you've never seen a friend in
well There's a joke and I know it very well It's one of those that I told you long ago Take my word I'm a madman don't you know Once a fool had a good
you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a
morning air laid on the latch A whistle awakened someone there Next door to the nursery just down the hall A strange new sound you never heard before A
t have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a