muore solo e anche te sei? Rit. Solo, nasci e muori solo, e se ti senti solo, solo in questo non sei?. Solo, nasci muori solo, e se ti senti solo, solo
I got dolls with silk and sashes then I tore Out their eyelashes Mom would wonder if I was evil when I'd Covet my brother's Kenievel Christmas time is
She's only 18, don't like the Rolling Stones She took a short cut to being fully grown She's got that mood ring, a little sister rose A smell of Springsteen
Hello, darlin', I'm home again Covered in shit and aches and pains Too knackered to think, so give me time to come round Just gimme the living room beat
Beyond the basement There lives a girl there She's got a face and a lot of hair Respond to places Remember they said To watch your back but you don't
This is only a test of the emergency broadcast system This is the product of hysterical mass confusion A ship of fools adrift on the winds of our pollution
[ Verse 1 ] Stuck in-between heaven and misery Piece by piece you take the best of me You have a way of making me believe this beautiful illusion of
The rain, it started tappin' on the window near my bed There was a loophole in my dreamin', so I got out of it And to my surprise my eyes were wide and
Was is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did He come to save? Did He come at all? And if I dried His feet, with my dirty hair Would He make me
On a string On a string On a string, I was held the way I move, can you tell? My actions are orchestrated from above So I swing and I sway wave my hand
There is a man holding a megaphone He must have been the voice of God The bystanders claimed they saw Angels Flying up and down the block They must have
Here we go Can I get a goddamn timpany roll to start this goddamn song? Tonight, it is a goddamn song For all you goddamn people Well, the animals laugh
Laura, are you still livin' there on your estate of sorrow? You used to leave it occasionally, but now you don't even bother To ride the commuter train
There is no beginning to the story, a bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned and forgot, in turn is studied once again It's a shocking bit
I picked you out Of a crowd and talked to you I said, "I like your shoes" You said, "Thanks can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No
Our love is dead but without limit Like the surface of the moon Or the land between here and the mountains Well, it is not these hiding places that have
Well, the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And
