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I've got respect from the community,
I've got my bridge game to look forward to,
I've got this chance, a golden opportunity,
As long as I keep doing what I'm supposed to.
You see my wife and kids, they depend on me,
To provide them with nothing but the best,
I feel it's my duty, my obligation,
To live up to the standards society suggusts.
So I'll keep on working for their benefit,
And I'll keep on drinking,
I'll keep on believing in my life.
Another year of slaving and smiling, buying and trading,
Living the life of a wealthy man,
But somehow I don't feel so rich inside.
But that doesn't make sense,
I just had a two week vacation,
As soon as I get this operation,
Taken care of, I'll start enjoying,
The good things in life.
So I'll keep on working for the benefits,
And I'll keep on drinking,
I'll keep believing in my life.
When the pity spins your mind,
Darkness fills your heart,
And I won't be around,
When you're feeling all alone,
Then you'll know it's time,
To go into the ground,
When the pity spins your mind,
Darkness fills your heart,
And I won't be around.
I've got my family, friends, and associates,
To stand by me as the threshold comes near,
Within their faces I see grave concern,
As I ask myself if their thoughts are sincere.
After all these years of being complacent,
What do I get? Tenderness, affection, a true sense of love?
No! Just a pain through a body chalk full of regret.
I'll keep on believing my life still has value,
And I'll keep on laughing,
Why can't I stop laughing?
I can't stop the laughing.
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In the darkest tunnel it's nice to see a light yeah
just a headlight
like the one that's headed right for me.
It would be nice if things could turn out right, turn out right yeah.
Don't think I'll ever see the day.
I must have done somethin' wrong or maybe pissed off God I.
I think of chinese food and I think of life
it's sweet and sour.
My life is sweet as sacharine.
You know three week old milk and grapes are not, not the same.
They ain't the same no.
I am the one Johnny Carcinagine.
I must have fucked with some witch in turn she cursed me and cursed my life.
At the end of the longest line
that's where I will always be.
If you need to find me just go to the end of the longest line.
But officer that was a yellow light the light was red son.
Insubordination recklace driving.
I must be wrong this can't be right.
I don't belong in this world.
It's much too dangerous for someone lacking luck like me.
At the end of the longest line
that's where I will always be.
If you need to find me just go to the end of the longest line.
At the end of the longest line
that's where I will always be
at the end of the longest line.
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She once told me not to listen
Find the answers, intuiton
Follow no-one, trust your instincts
Face the world, find out it stinks
Don't come crying
Don't come crying
Don't come cry to me
I'm not your friend
I'm just your lover
Don't put your faith
Don't put your faith in me
You cut me up and rob me blind
But now I'm fine
She told me about the places I could never find
She told me how to walk while by her side
Don't be fooled by teardrops
They're worth a thousand lies
When I saw them running down her face
I believed in her
Stranded, Ah Ah
Stranded, Ah Ah
Hit me in the gut
Like a brick through a window
Left me in the gutter
Like a wet news rag
Sitting alone, thinking 'bout the times we never had
Cause you were my life
She told me if and whether
We'd spend the night together
She made so many promises
I believed in her
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Wasting your life on the sidewalk,
When you can be out on the street, dodging cars,
As they go by, the wind goes right through you.
Life on the edge of a razor,
Never knowing when you're to fall,
Sure as hell beats never gambling at all.
Life's too short to just barely exist,
Wide spread mediocracy,
Will suck you up, resist,
Another number on a list.
I don't want it, you can have it,
You can try, but you won't make me,
Feel the things you feel,
I'll take my chances, till I find a better deal,
I'll take my chances, along with all the rest.
The snail goes over the razor blade,
The suicide squad of lemmings parade,
To their kingdom, where they've made reservations.
I have no reservation,
I don't think my seat's been saved,
I'll take my chances, here, right.
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Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
The white man call himself civilized
Cause he know how to take over
The white man come to pillage my village
Now he tell me I have to bend over
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
Oh yeah, oh yeah kill all the white man
No i do not like the white man up in me
He rape my people as he rape my country
Everything I love and cherish,
He try to take away
We will be rid of him,
Soon come the day.
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