Dr.Yang, Help me mend my broken heart Gotta help me doc, I don't know where to start. When she walked right out that door Left me cryin on the floor She
It's just a thought but where did it come from? What does she do if it, if it comes back? A note from his assistant there by the telephone She sees it
The lights are off again, she took me by surprise She's so sensitive, an' shit just happens sometimes She's my everything, she's my best friend and more
Tread slowly from the car to the spa Like a weary war-torn refugee Crossing the border with her starving child It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu
I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer Guaranteed personality I wasn't born so much as I fell
Doctor, my eyes have seen the years And the slow parade of fears without crying Now I want to understand I have done all that I could To see the evil
Take a walk, out the gate you go and never stop Past all the stores and wig shops Quarter in a cup for every block And watch the buildings grow smaller
Once there was a way To get back homeward Once there was a way To get back home Sleep, pretty darling Do not cry And I will sing a lullaby Golden slumbers
If there's a God He's laughing at us and our football team Effington could be a wonderful f'ing place I can see it from the highway and I'm wondering
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Start of the show Hiroshima And the people were shouting my name As the house lights came
Called in sick one day Stepped out my front door Squinted up at the sky And strapped on my backpack Got into a van And when I returned I had Ex-wives
She plays, 'Wipeout' on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather round and sing the guitar Oh I, have you got nothing to say? When all words
Leaf by leaf and page by page Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding and tear the glue And all of
September '75 I was 47 inches high Mom said by Christmas I would have A bad ass mother G.I. Joe For your little minds to blow I still got beat up after
All is quiet his tired eyes see figures jotted down And clothes all strewn around the bedroom floor Now nothing's adding up and nothing's making sense
Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day But he couldn't sleep at night For fear that she in a stupor
I should warn you, I go to sleep I know you don't know what I mean Yet, I get upset or happy, I go to sleep You won't know when, I go to sleep 'Cause
So you wanted to take a break Slow it down some and have some space Fuck you too Give me my money back Give me my money back, you bitch I want my money