bin kunst Je suis art (Tres tres debonair) Because you don't Because I dare I blow your mind C'est mon plaisir Ich bin kunst It started when I was only a boy
Luxury (luxury) and heartache, heartache Oh luxury (luxury) and heartache, heartache (Luxury to heartache, aah) Oh yeah I won't be coming home tomorrow
, soon you're gonna be old Remember love is not something you can keep It just takes the wind to blow it away You look so ugly as you lie there asleep Boy
Mother clutches the head of her dying son Anger and tears, so many things to feel Sensitive boy, good with his hands No one mentions the unmentionable
(The chance to live your life) (The chance to live your life) You live your life in desperation I tried but could not break your will Regret and endless
Is there cream in this soup? I look in the mirror, I know I'm not good enough to eat I'll tell you something, my hunger has nothing to do with greed
When you said that you were leaving I thought I was gonna die But I'm sick and tired of grieving I've got to find a reason why If love is not the answer
Is there loving in your eyes all the way? If I listen to your lies, would you say? I'm a man without conviction I'm a man who doesn't know How to sell
in ecstacy Ecstacy as model gain she liberty Tek it up high, to the left and right, and back down low Listen to the two of we george and kinky on the
Happy ever after That's the story that you're told When you're young, your mother says it's so But when you hear them fight In your bedroom late at night
Evil is so civilised Far out across the rooftops Where the televisions sleep Behind the perfect picture Lie fanfitical beliefs White sheets and burning
sane reality Is one that wishes never, never, what is reality Show me (Show me, show me, show me) Sail on a sea of Pepsi Cola shaken at sunrise Kiss the boy
Julian don't tell me it was all just lies Oh Julian don't keep it all internalized Oh Julian your just a small boy in a big mans world I said some
Featuring caroll thompson Don't try to judge me by your feelings By telling me that I'm too plain You know it hurts to see you aiming But if you love
I know a song ain't good enough To let you know how I feel I'll sing it hard, I'll sing it sweet To let you know that it's real If I change my attitude
Lie, you live and then you die When I was seventeen I used to fool myself That I was on my own That there was no one else I took a look around And I began
Here comes the little ghost Here comes the freaky boy Here comes the rolls royce Here comes the little ghost Here he comes Here he comes Here comes the freaky boy
I tell you, baby, this is no way to live Make sacrifices, 'til there's nothing to give Everyone says there's rules to obey I can't follow when things