Hey, this is cooking with Brook On the cooking channel Today we're gonna be making crack First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on
Every day is a darker day, it's always gonna be that way One step closer to mine I know it's not respectable but it is the best of all One step closer
You know I hate to leave you babe But I just can't waste my time.... Well you've got this jealous husband And I'm far too young to die, I must move on
You speak to me I know this will be temporary You ask to leave, but I can tell you that I've had enough I can't take it This welcome is gone and I've
I am the night Follow me and you will not regret [Bridge 1:] Let me take you to the place Where the witches dance the night away You've got desire
He's drinking cold Corona Feels like he's getting older Now and noticing how he's finding Gray hairs left in the shower Tattoos fade by the hour And he
I hate to leave you, babe, I just can't waste my time You've got this jealous husband I'm too, too young to die, I gotta move on away from 'round here
the way Isn't that what they used to say? With a girl that you knew And the bonds that we grew Turned into a ball and chain I step into the great unknown A ball
Could be, who knows There's something due any day I will know right away soon as it shows It may come cannonballing down though the sky Gleam in its eye
In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The Phantom of the Opera
Can't you hear me talking to you? Just ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey Ball of confusion That's what the world is today, hey Ball
Would you be content to see me crying After all those little games you put me through? After all I've done for you you're lying Wouldn't it be nice to
Well you put your two knees close up tight And then you swing them to the left you swing them to the right Step around the floor kind of nice and light
Infested, polluted Eighty tons of mercury dumped in the bay It's bleeding, there's no roof That's no way to treat a good friend Your whiskey talks louder
When I was fourteen I was falling fast For a blue-eyed girl in my homeroom class Tryin' to find the courage to ask her out Was like trying to get oil
, un regard Qui comme dechire ton decor Tout a coup ce coeur qui t'avait presque oublie Se pointe a ta porte et se remet a cogner Attention, le ballet
In this glass house he whispers love how many times can I sit through the end of the world he lays his head dumb on my mouth he left my body breaking
noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on stage Grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing. Oh you have to carry him. . . . ...
