pleine de chansons C'est une passion qui poursuit jour et nuit Alors je t'en supplie Oh Papa, Achete-moi un juke-box Oh Papa, Je reve tant d'un juke-box
on move with the feeling And every night is a Saturday night Turn on (** Repeat) (*** Repeat) Turn on (** Repeat) (*** Repeat) Beat box ? beat box
When I'm in heat and someone gets a notion I jump to my feet, I hoof it to the ocean we hit a beach where no one give a hoot nobody never ever wears
I?m the man in the box Buried in my shit Won?t you come and save me, save me CHORUS Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut? Jesus Christ, deny your
I'm the man in the box Buried in my shit Won't you come and save me, save me [CHORUS] Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut? Jesus Christ, deny your
I'm the man in the box Buried in my shit Won't you come and save me, save me [CHORUS] Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut? Jesus Christ, deny your maker
Sometimes I wish I was brave I wish I was stronger Wish I could feel no pain Wish I was young Wish I was shy I wish I was honest I wish I was you
[Tom] I left my fear behind me, Of those lights out by the station, The government is lying, The youth they won't believe them, [Chorus] We can't go
I've been all pinched up since Saturday I've run myself dry of excellence Sixteen long years and held the bullshit in Whatever I said on Saturday
I am, lost in the crowd i'm standing in line, i'm feeling so down and I am, full of doubt she's not the one, take notice, here me I want her, and need
It's 24 to nothing and i'm at the intersection Waiting for the light that's green Waiting for a reason Take them all and stack them up Not in my collection
Because I need, you more than you need me because I want, you more, I know because we moved, too fucking fast I think I really had to wish to make
Caught off guard all worked up the air is as dark and cold as night let me go i'm not done i swear i'll take just one lifetime and i i won't lie i won
d make it through I saw this man dispose of hunger and soap opera too I saw this field that grew perfection full of things you do I saw this box
This vacations useless, these white pills aren't kind i've given a lot of thought on this thirteen hour drive I miss the grinded concrete where we sat
Tom: the building turned it's back ignored my call the concrete looks too thin to break my fall the sunset stretched across this night time scene
Our days are running thin our hopes will start to fall I can feel the world collapse around me from within and the letters keep coming by to let us
