I?m looking out my window, I can see all the good and the bad, And I?m trying to be thankful, For all the past fortunes I?ve had, I?m standing at the
rinses off the mortal pain, The wet bullet grazed the right side of his brain, Leaving him with more than a migraine. Broad daylight, Ain?t the best time
The big boy on the welfare cart, Takes up three quarters of a seat, And the junkie chick hangs on for dear life, She is nervous and somewhat wobbly.
she never spoke for days, Some found that strange. Elaine Elaine, Never surfed on a wave, Never been to California, Grew up on the prairie plain,. And
A cheap transistor radio underneath my pillow, I fell asleep to the hits, And I woke up with batteries dead, But it was worth it cuz I love music, And
and low, Well, he sang in baritone, And he sang about the buffalo, He sang about home sweet home, He sang about cool hot rods and shiny UFO?s. He did
Sidney and Nancy, Do you remember them? Punk and addicted until their tragic end, Heroin was their enemy and friend, What we never heard was Nancy asking
think fine art?s fine. With my one good eye, I may be colour-blind, But I know what I like, And I like, Lichtenstein! He had a great way with line, And
And I can?t swim, That?s the predicament that I?m currently wrestling with and I?m going to win, and I?m going to win, and I?m going to win, and I won
I?m on sick leave, ?til I feel better, I came quite close to breaking forever, The grind of the daily, everyday today, Can sometimes leave you in some
Then there were three Then came four, Over the years they?ve piled up Now there?s one hundred or more, And there he is still putting up those birdhouses And
your head real low, And sway from side to side, And away you fuckin? go! Yeah, I ought to know, Because I was raging in Chicago, And I threw out my fuckin