blue in the sky If God is a DJ life is a dance floor Love is a rhythm you are the music If God is a DJ life is a dance floor You get what you're given
Like the geek in the pink Well, I'm the geek in the pink ya'll Geek is the color for power I'm the geek in the pink So I'm the geek ya'll, in the pink
we hear the children calling. We agree that it's appalling but it's best to keep on stalling. Count me out. Now there's bloood on my hands and I'm wearing a
's only bread . . . No trance, no substance, no conscience for sure as the Pope licks a jackboot and lays down the law. And his flock form a cross-- all
decided on a terra firma 'welcome'. But, guess...Our guest was now deceased...So they cut it into pieces. They sterilized them, placed them in a case
- powder our noses. Powder our throats. Today I've got a lust for powder - a TOWER of powder. (If they shoot me now, I couldn't give a fuck...)
Peace in our time
mother was a hurricane who swept the plains and sneezed away a continent with me (the sea). The team that made a myth by hiding it. Became a hit on Broadway
but there's only cola- sensurround. A technicolour thrill . . . it costs a fortune, so it must be real. For just a little sip, we'll keep waiting (just a
I will not desert you I just stepped back a little... Kept a low profile Smiled as you made those little songs for me, Build those temples I'm flattered
happy we can hardly count Everybody else is just green have you seen the chart? It's a helluva start it could be made into a monster If we all pull together as a
a reason I gotta know, give me a reason I gotta know, give me a reason You messed my chance......... Looks like a job 4............
transaction One was printed in the Times And everybody's searchin' For the king of underground Well, they found him down in Florida With a tombstone for a crown Everybody knows a
ask too much When you're comin' off a cold love That's sure a nice warm touch Yes I have found me a home I have found me a home You can have the rest
That's where we both belong Think I'll go back to the keys Chorus: 'cause I don't want the fame that brings confusion Where people recognize you on a
a note Ricky would watch that big round mirror And I'd fill up my coat Then we'd head for the check-out aisle With a lemon and a bottle of beer Into
' On a bus to kentucky and home that's her goal She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train She's a semi-good looker But
I have always been here I have always looked out from behind these eyes it feels like more than a lifetime feels like more than a lifetime Sometimes