Do the Wall Street shuffle Hear the money rustle Watch the greenbacks tumble Feel the Sterling crumble You need a yen to make a mark If you wanna
Hey toots, you put the life into living You brought a sigh into sight Ah hon, you make my legs turn to water You bring the stars out at night But
"I'm a clockwork creep And I can't get to sleep They wind me up and let me go And I can't unwind Going out of my mind My time is coming soon you
Down on the casting couch A star is gonna be born A star with the stature of a Harlow Who's doomed And groomed to enrapture All her co-stars, and
It's one thing to know it but another to admit We're the worst band in the world But we don't give a.... If Garbo played guitar with Valentino on the
In the middle of a caravan On a four wheel drive oasis There's a man with a thought in mind To cash in on the desert faces He's got a truckload of
On de uber side ob de island Dere's a sky so clear and blue Can see, cross water, to de mainland New life for me and you Let's buy a hotel Let's
Here's a new dance that you all can do Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? Sit back and relax `cos it's good for you Baby, baby, what's he gonna do? what
I'll show you man who walk on fire And don't get burned Don't get burned, don't get burned He don't get burned I'll show you man who tread on glass
Where are my boys? They are in deepest water Where are they now? They are over the hill and far away But they are broken men who lie low Waiting
Music makes you weak and yeah you're so unique Actually oh, love, yeah, your dressing makes me high The way you mystify, risk it off, oh yeah, you finish
Wake from my rest. Open eyes face a new day. Battle to get out of bed. The spirit far from my head. A life wasted sleeping. I don't deserve to rest. I
With your father's blood on your lap and your young hands at the wheel, You drove your father to safety after he made such a messy mistake And your mother
Step into the snow. Seeking Your starry eyes. Glisten white with purity (blind me.) Shine brightly. Blinding beauty with no words (a painting of my senses
I wanna dance and I want to see blood. Dance and we're going to see pain. Written on the face of my innocent child (as he discoveries the mysteries of
You have to be kidding me It must be buried three inches deep and no one is here to help dig it out And, I am not suprised because they will no doubt
Can you still be moved by song or are you too far gone? It's all there but I refuse to believe the negativity will tear away you life Unanswered questions
Remove your hand from my throat My heart is too secure for your insecurities Your pathetic attempt to be mine and his has failed But only by my words