I'm up on a hill top where I Keep you in sight, my little toys I buried you because the sun Will melt them Got you up my sleeve Got you up my sleeve
distractions from the ordinary real life just not good enough explanations hard to come by living outside the institutions waking in awkward situations
Sweat my youth away With the rules we have to play Speeding through your magazine Pistol, pavement, no TV Talk and talk, no time Night time burnt inside
but I'm not that tall Now I'm saying this in privaate If I had a car I'd drive it Insane CHORUS I'm looking for cracks in the pavement
She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it She went through me like a pavement saw And I feel stupid 'cause
Well, I got shot right in the back And you were there, you were there I said I was never coming back And you were there, you were there Well, I know
were choked by your evil kiss And maybe baby I should have listened to my folks 'Cause now I'm stuck in pavement on the road Yeah now I'm stuck in pavement
mind Breaking open doors I had sealed up before Something on my mind Makes me run when I thought I'd run too far I'm looking for cracks in the pavement
come over? I swear I'll be nice My girlfriend told me that You've left your wife I learn to bribe I learn to say please Oh, wont you Lick the pavement
Blood On The Pavement (Cut song, but it is hidden on the Cast Recording, playing after You Can't Stop The Beat) LINK & GIRLS Blood on the pavement what
Chim chim-in-ey, chim chim-in-ey Chim chim cher-oo! I does what I likes and I likes what I do Today I'm a screever and as you can see A screever's an
Rockin', rollin' splishin', splashin' Over the horizon, what can it be? Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Do it to me one time. The pilgrims sailed the sea To find a place
I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin', I'm tryin' I'm tryin
Call, response, syncopate the prose Fuck the highs because I live for the lows Four by four, with activated riff It?s good in my car, so it must be a
On an icy island in north, in the woods beside the church We can bury crimson lockets filled with dirt And when the April thaw brings us out again We
Plugs without a socket There?s no moon without a rocket Holes if you could lock it I wouldn?t let you if you wanted to Court or you?re bad, bad when
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, etc. Billie and my friend the saint, You're perfect in so many ways, But you never looked hard at a fetus in
There's some bands I'd like to name check And one of them is REM Classic songs with a long history Southern boys just like you and me R.E.M! Flashback