How can people be so heartless How can people be so cruel Easy to be hard Easy to be cold How can people have no feelings How can they ignore their friends
Welcome! sulphur dioxide Hello! carbon monoxide The air, the air Is everywhere Breath deep, while you sleep Breath deep Bless you, alcohol bloodstream
Me and Lucifer Lucifer and me Just like the angel that fell Banished forever to Hell Today have I been expelled From high school heaven Elevator going
Om mane padme om On mane padme om Folding the flag means taking care of the nation. Folding the flag is putting it to bed for the night. I fell through
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare Rama Hare Rame Rama Rama Hare Hare Love love Love love Drop out Drop out Be in Be in Take trips
I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of the Waverly But unfortunately I lost his address He was last seen with his
I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love I believe in love I believe that now is the time For all good men To believe in love I believe that
I got life, mother I got laughs, sister I got freedom, brother I got good times, man I got crazy ways, daughter I got million-dollar charm, cousin I
I'm black I'm black I'm pink I'm pink I'm Rinso white I'm in-vis-i-ble SOLO VOICE OTHERS ANSWER Ain't got no home So Ain't got no shoes Poor Ain't got
Ain't got no grass Ain't got no acid Ain't got no clothes Ain't got no pad Ain't got no apples Ain't got no knife Ain't got no guns Ain't got no garbage
Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing
Manchester England England Across the Atlantic Sea And I'm a genius genius I believe in God And I believe that God Believes in Claude That's me that's
You know kids, I wish every mom and dad would make a speech to their teenagers and say kids, be free, be whatever you are, do whatever you want to do,
The saddest story ever told oh Lord, Oh, where do I begin? The saddest story ever told oh Lord, is what might have been. I left you my dear, now I regret
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all, and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's free now, thanks
We starve-look At one another Short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Of moving paper
Sodomy Fellatio Cunnilingus Pederasty Father, why do these words sound so nasty? Masturbation Can be fun Join the holy orgy Kama Sutra Everyone!
Tell me who do you love man? Tell me what man? Tell me what's it you love man? An old fashioned melody Tell me what's it that moves you? Tell me what