It was all once bright jewels Glittering sand The oceans have ravaged Strangled the land Waste fills the temples Dead daughters are born The presses
lean fish scale for my whole team watch that ... gonna pull up watch the ... pogo ... cake my birthday blow them candles baby please don't blow my ... it's a band
Hey, hey He can't read baby he can't talk He's LA's favorite punk rock jock Glitter bands and Bowie's cock Are his ideas of new wave rock You're a fucking
people who have slices of you From the company, they toss around your latest golden egg Speculation, well, who's to know If the next one in the nest will glitter
walk through the buildings of the capital hills, Walk through the sightseeing floor, the escalator was filled with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering
from standin' in rain wit a gram Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand Shit, D-12 don't even know the name of my band Man I'm just
Lost in stereo, lost in stereo Lost in stereo, lost in stereo She works for the weekend Mixtape of her favorite bands Tearin' up the radio Lost in the
Let's not take it for granted All that we're feelin' tonight When bands of gold and diamonds Finally lose their shine And all the stars and glitter
to the beat Just movin' and groovin' Killed me when I saw The wet patch on your seat Was it Coca-Cola? Ooh baby I hope you liked the show When the band
So I reach for that glittering prize No doll's house dreams or valentines Just the future at the door Just leaving trains and empty rooms A broken band
give me a cold shoulder" Should be: "though you give a cold shoulder" The rest reads fine, although I thought the band was "bob glitter
for people who have slices of you From the company They toss around your latest golden egg Speculation--well, who's to know If the next one in the nest Will glitter
addicted to sex every chance that I got With whoever I wanted until I got caught So I took my penicillin and I took my band To a town made of glitter
hardcore fan A designer institution, I've seen it all before A music scene as interesting as 1974 Bring back David Bowie, Mark Bolan and T-Rex Gary Glitter
Oh how come everybody's makin' it big but me? (What's wrong with that?) (I don't see nothing wrong with it Ray) Well I paint my face with glitter
the glitter from a 2nd-Hand suit. Lookin' for a Marks-A-Lot to polish my boots. That's the life I live in a rock and roll band Drivin' to the Poorhouse
band rehearsing in it. JOE (the main character in the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER'S Special Presentation) sings to us of the trials and tribulations of garage-band
s cast in bronze and he's standing in a little park With his trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high