Tell me tell me is life just a playground Think you're the real deal honey And someone will always look out for you But wake up baby You're so totally
Do you know I saw you yesterday, Please don't explain, Cos I know what you're going to say. I might be dumb but I'm not blind, How many times do you have
Best wishes darlin?, the best everything to you Best wishes darlin?, the best of everything to you Yes, I hope the one you found, can do all the things
I had a bad dream and as the night progressed Drenched in silliness I watched it all unfold Oh dear, if there is any truth to this Somebody wake me and
(ed king -mike estes) I ain't the son of the seventh son, black cats won't cross my path Good luck comes I just watch it run and it sure does run out
Eres, mi buena suerte, porque al conocerte, todo cambio para mi. Eres, la consentida, la duena de mi vida, porque me has hecho feliz. Antes de tu llegada
Yeah Sick and tired of the same ol' thing Seein' the same ol' faces Check it out girl I'm sucker for you My homiest always tell me I'm a fool 'Cause
I can't even save you I can't even let you know And no one can reach you And now no great philosophy prevails May the cold wind always ripple in your
A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic A ticket and a mind to fly, an alarm clock still drunk and high Sanity painted her mask on all the way across
I've watched the gold in your hair turn silver And the sparkle in your eyes dim more each day And the clutch of your hands getting weaker All these things
Maybe you should disappear, And now I've warned you so. Bury your clothes out in the woods, And hide your letters 'neath the stove. There's a big house
There is a son, he is born With a silver spoon in his mouth Go on, boy, admit There's got to be something you love Enough to protect You tire of things
We set out for the sea with icicles in our beards Where the wind bit like dog's teeth And the sea swept our ship Like the hand of a God who had been enraged
In Dynamite Mine your hour will come In a shower of stones, steel beams They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall Find you buried among the
Fourteen years have passed since that day Your stories are the same but the ends have all changed You carried on like you were some type of god Some things
Hole up kid there's a storm comin' down Work those fingers to the bone You got grit that's a fact You build 'em up just to knock 'em all down Dig a hole
There's a shred of guilt in every one of us And a pain we felt in watching you all suffer Now the time has come to make amends to everyone To pay the
I've taken a hit or two, I've given quite a few I swing my fists and the cities all fall I've broken a law or two, I reckon I only missed a few I watch
