now you're with us now and the mouths of babes sing revolution and the mouths of babes scream disillusion you can't break what's already broken cause from the mouths
actin? like a clown And in the endzone we see a couch With our TV dinner eyes So if you see my window rollin? down I?ve got a chainsaw for a mouth to
I know she likes her magazines And what they?re wearing down in Hollywood I know she wants green tea ice cream And just for fun melting in the sun She
from "Austin Powers: Goldmember" soundtrack Who is the man making a scene, fashion of green Living it out and living it up to his name Who wants some
Your asteroids bounce off her like a trampoline Sometimes all she can do is shake Lookin' out for you and I and all she sees Is everybody makin' big
Momma tole me, "Boy, you best behave, 'Cause Santa keeps a list of all his favs. And if you don't shape up, you ain't gettin' squat." But the devil on
I'll have a Blue Christmas without you I'll be so blue thinking about you Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree Won't be the same dear, if
You must admit that, You look like shit 'Cause you've been awake all week Sometimes it's placed that You call your gaskets Up to your accelerating deep
I don't love you but I want to Just give me something that I cant hold on to Come on baby and speed your lust to me Here's my number on a cocktail napkin
I can't get enough of you baby I can't get enough of you baby Yes it's true Baby yes it's true Whenever we kiss I get a feeling like this I get to wishin
Grab the keys to my car I'm on my way Can you tell me just where I'm going Occupational skills Don't have a clue 'Cause my minds in motion Just trying
Walking out of the door I'm on my way can you tell me just where I'm going Occupational skills would you give me a clue what to do cause my minds in
Born is a human with a kung-fu spine Equipped with a detector of what's on your mind You jive you shuck you bob you weave And when you're down you've
Dear Inez Your exterior is so cold Your story's been told I've heard it before You wanna get out Don't wanna be down Tied to the ground You wanna
Today you sat up half asleep and stared Into this cluttered empty apartment and died What the where the how the why the hell You can watch your step
Greg Camp Tell me why we're all gluttons for pain The girl is totally insane She doesn't know the meaning of tame Still I can't put out the flame
Government test climate best If you're looking for no rest And at midnight you can grab your keys And slip into your bulletproof dress Television comes
Every morning I wake up just the same Another victim of ordinary fame I don't see myself as invincible It's not true at all I'm just your average ordinary
