In this town television shuts off at two What can a lonely rock & roller do Oh the bed's so big and the sheets are clean and your girlfriend said that
Mr. Ambivalent You ain't going nowhere Sitting there on that fence Mr. Ambivalent We're all sick and tired Of your ambivalence Mr. Ambivalent You don
Woke up this morning, didn't feel that bad Last night was definitely not one of the worst I ever had Ate a nice dinner, drank a few drinks Didn't think
People will know when they see this show The kind of a guy I am They'll understand what I stand for and what I just can't stand They'll perceive what
I'd rather be dreaming than living Living's just too hard to do It's chances not choices Noises not voices A day's just a thing to get through Living
Hostilities ended, nobody cared Anymore for the war, so a truce was declared. So it ends in surrender, then there's peace at least; Arms are withdrawn
I slept through the night, I got through to the dawn I flipped a switch and the light went on I got out of bed and I put some clothes on It's a pretty
I wrote a song for your big brother, And I'm gonna write a song for you. I wrote a song for your big brother, And I'm gonna write a song for you too.
I'm riding in a long black car I'm riding in a long black car Chauffeur's in the front, I'm in the back It's a limousine and I'm a star It's calculated
Rufus is a tit man Suckin' on his mamma's gland Suckin' on the nipple It's a sweeter than the ripple wine. Yes its sweeter than the wine. You can tell
The OGM on our machine Began with we're not here now But you went and changed the "we" to "no one" Do you mean us or me? Your new outgoing voice Sounds
This summer I went swimming, This summer I might have drowned But I held my breath and I kicked my feet And I moved my arms around, I moved my arms
Living on the side Of Primrose Hill Drinking cans of Tennants Just can't seem to get my fill Got a beat up guitar And a dirty old sleeping bag And
You got a grown man for a boyfriend, So you better treat him just like a baby. He's a saint on Sunday, he's a bum on Monday; The rest of the week he's
Suddenly it's Christmas, Right after Hallowe'en. Forget about Thanksgiving; It's just a buffet in between. There's lights and tinsel in the windows; They
Mother liked her white wine, When she was alive. She was desperate to live, But her limit was five. Carefully, I'd kiss her and send off to bed, We always
Little did I know, though I probably should have guessed By the way you walked and talked and spoke and smoked an dressed You actually seemed to like
The sad thing is I'm so damn happy Who'd blame her if she were to slap me The sun should not shine when there's rain I should be in a lot more pain At