New years came and went again; I promised I would change But I put all my words in a glass And made them go away quaratine with live t.v. watching times
Someone's husband pays your rent with stacks and stacks of presidents they blow it like it's counterfeit, believe me They'll feed you lines and alcohol
We're living in her dad's car Been high for days We look between the seats We sit and shake I close my eyes it just won't go away Yeah we've been high
Nikki had the wildest of hearts And a story that'll tear you apart She's got her father's eyes and his credit card Nikki had the wildest of hearts Living
I pray for the worst to hear you bitch about the First real not when the needle hits Your high five's rolling into a fist "Oh, God! Turn the radio off
There's a lightning under the ceiling Every struck kid looking for a feeling Is gonna raise a cup When the moon is up Because there's nothing else here
I am the truth you couldn't take I am the mistake I will be the razor baby I will be the pill I am the ambulance that never comes The antidote you spill
Turn it up and meet me tonight under the avalanche; with all the cops and robber out there, we dont stand a chance. Motorbikes run wild when lights turn
I been lost, lost as I can be locked inside with my t.v. I don't think about it that much anyway, just stare at black and white and gray. I've been safe
You were the last thing I saw when I dropped out of sight For the first time in ages completely alive These three A.M. stars They got me to crawl back
I am only a taxi, I am a taxi. Non so chi mi guida, non so chi mi aspetta, non c'e chi conosce il nostro segreto. I am only a taxi, I am a taxi.
found it right away You found it right away [Chorus] It's a taxi ride kinda night in the city Mr. driver man can you get me there Well, it's a taxi ride
Powder-everything I have Multiply by 6 Don't call me, don't call me I am tired, I am tired I don't want you You * me Say why am I waiting for the phone
bomb My landings are the envy Of Sabena and Pan Am From Chattanooga to Japan I taxi through the airways - What a swell little plane What a fine little plane What a great little plane I am
« oh, mais qu?es-ce-que ca pu la pisse » Le bruit, l?odeur, C?est encore pire qua Panam. Surtout quand il chante en ch?ur le refrain du groupe I am «
fill this i am lagged from the jet and the 12 hour flight And how I do love London And how I do love London I am intriguied by the boys with the androdonus
Russian roulette I burned my Beatles records Because she hated number nine She licked rock cocaine suckers Laughed, said her moms doing mine well, are you an illusion, or am
like you talk to him, I'll fuck you up In fact, get in the backseat, like the rest of my dates No bitch rides shotgun, what? Taxi? Stop and pick you some
