got no time to socialize, it's there in your eyes That you need someone that you can depend on If you cannot depend on the one that you love Depend on me
Oversættelse: Human Nature. Stole på mig.
no time to socialise It's there in your eyes That you need someone that you can depend on If you cannot depend on the one that you love Depend on me
the music I must appeal to you people with your faculties 'Coz everybody else is gonna laugh at me People try to get over and take a crack at me The
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
benefit? Could you survive in this world without your fucking technology? Your conveniences that have cowardly carved a brilliant way of life, dependent on oppression of the way of nature
Say, could you do me a favour? Could you beat me with a toilet brush? Phyllis: Beat you with a toilet brush? Aynsley: Shhh . . . someone might hear . . . yes, beat me
bloodbath Civilized bloodbath We all like to point the finger at the faceless company But the corporation machine consists of people like you and me
or a broken promise I'm mishandling? Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucks My career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me
nature of the soul.? My hostess throws me a glance She, like my wife, knows there?s a chance That I?ll be off on one of my rants But my lips are sealed
to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal
the music I must appeal to you people with your faculties Cuz everybody else is gonna laugh at me People try to get over and take a crack at me The
threat or a broken promise I'm mishandling? Gambling away my money issues, somebody owes me big bucks My career depends on explosive vacuums sucking me in and blowing me
know what gets me hot. Phyllis: I'd bet I know what gets you hot. Sticks, sticks on your body on a table get you hot. Don: I'm getting hot! . . . When
And I often wish ill again It seems that life has got me by the heels again just to drop me on my ass Impeaching all dependency In a quiet place between