Here by my side, an angel Here by my side, the devil Never turn your back on me Never turn your back on me, again Here by my side, it's heaven
[Matt:] You know, today I was asked only one question One question all day Do you know what that was? "Do you want this supersized?" Come to think of
I know that it's bad That it's the kind that they can't operate on And I know it's real slow, honey Painful and real slow Styrofoam coffee cups And bagged
One foot in front of the other One foot back to counter it Days like these you've got to find it in some other way It's all or nothing baby Avalanche
When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bar stars melt and their golden hair turns into glass When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bubble
In the wilderness uncountable voices earplugs for the birds and the animals and blinders for your beast of burden, the will for learning <a href
What if you woke up in the middle of the night And in your bare feet you walked outside And realizing that you were awake that you could fly Out over
Saturdays Saturdays I'm reminded of Bombs away Over our house when it could have been, should have been, doves A mind to waste Out on the street
[spoken] And here's the weirdest part about that story, the guy was so upset that she ripped him off for his money she was actually wedged under the
There's the house There's the doorway Been locked out The lights are out anyway And loosely reconditioned To be just so refined A last grasp at the life
You're going to take what you can get A hammered Styrofoam Beat into the West Live the highway in your home You're going to get what you deserve And
Well is it larger than a baby's arm? A few more cocktails will straighten you out And we'll get to the bottom of it Something better to disarm You were
Well there ain't nothing to this but your daughter and the life you would not give her break your plans traipsed across the continent a squatter for
Here it comes and there it goes Another day of decomposing light In a world called catastrophe, my native tongue is blasphemy So that's the one I'll
Line up crooked my eyes straight up at the sun In and out of consciousness Neither is much fun Show down with that head of yours And the book is
You know how it goes Maybe these feet were made for walking away So I don't really use them Living in ditches is all well and good When you get to choose
She goes about her day And keeps her cool until the weekend In a place of lesser men Order in some food, turn on the news Hear some fool say the world
I'm a window, you're the frame I'm a gigolo, you're in pain I'm the highlights, you're the game If I'm a window, you're just the rain Everybody get
