again. I've seen the look on the faces of friends, wondering where the fuck I've been when they catch me staring at my hands again. Would you believe me
them again. I've seen the look on the faces of friends, wondering where the fuck I've been when they catch me staring at my hands again. Would you believe me
innocence They brought me in another charges of a legal residents And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a ???? Watch me go back to my land and then there will
and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the
head So what cha gonna do Floyd? I've got to know Got to know what you're going to do, yeah What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do Floyd? Do
goin' off to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit And squash all the
buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend? Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend? If I
the holes up and I'm mending the seams Take the hands off the clock, change the batteries If it's down to this then it's up to me. I'll do it myself
they won't She hides the copy of bliss in the books under her arm And makes her way back home She opens the door to find her mom and dad waiting The
? And would you call those friends you never see? Reminisce old memories? Would you forgive your enemies? And would you find that one you're dreaming of? Swear up and down
each other lie The thought of lying to you makes me cry Counting up the time that's passed us by I've sent this letter hoping it will reach your hand And
of me getting over And over and over and over and over again Now tell me are you gonna let me in? For it's getting hot what I have have not Give me a
be stronger But I don't wanna be strong tonight And you don't need to make everything all right Just make me feel Like I'm beautiful tonight Just make me
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged
And mending my bones And catching the wind out of town We're all in the grip of a tyre fitter's hand It's only doing me harm Running away Just isn't
livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb,
breakadawn Breakadawn, breakadawn I was born in the Boogie Down cat scan Where my building fell down on the rats and People sorta super wanna trip to
left in the spring Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things And I want you to clap your hands Awwww Come on and clap your hands everybody
