staring right at me. Then I ask you what you need, and you say. BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE
Nobody on the road Nobody on the beach I feel it in the air The summer's out of reach Empty lake, empty streets Sun goes down alone I'm driving by your
A cheap and evil girl sets out on the city She's moistened every curl, she's poisonously pretty And the unsuspecting fool falls prey As the dim detective
I've been hanging out in the boredom basement Building up the files on my MP3 Homemade rockets and a load of laundry -- It's been a real party ever
Lucy is gazing, out into space She has starry eyes, starry eyes That light up her face, like an angel Little girl, little girl questioning me She says
I left home at the age of thirteen With a fistful of cash and a dirty magazine Now, I never cared for the things that I seen I just want to be in a dirty
It's six o'clock, the sun goes down The hotel shudders with the sound Of Grim and Lily's kiss good-bye (Oh, baby, not good-bye) Tired of their life
The leather boots I was born in Are tattered, torn out and worn in My skin is cracked as the desert ground The dusty road that's ahead will Be my board
My head is heavy and bent like a crane The wrecking ball blues are coming again And Latham says, "Babe, you know life is a ride" But living's no fun when
Once there was a time when I could say I was your friend and you were mine But all that's history I'll never know the reason why you thought That
Morning in a bar: Daylight and an old beer bottle. Sun's the only star, In a sky that went from grey to yellow. And the flashes of the scene I made
Radios, TV shows Fill my holes with your goodies I sold my privacy So that I would always be pretty And I can tell you that The best things are free With
I stutter like a broken clutch When you touch me too much My tounge gets twisted in your twirl You say I'm not your kind of girl A spider underneath my
Solitary girl I have been Living in a cell made of skin Sealed inside myself, nothing gets out or gets in I can?t feel what you feel Show me the way
You put your face in front of mine All but hiding desperation Hunger leaks out of your eyes Whetting me with dark temptation All I want, all I want is
Half asleep my mind is spinning, Monsters are all around And on the ceiling you are lying naked I am feeling like a shaken doll Latham sends a letter
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na There's a fork in the road, there's a spoon in the sky Come and take a ride with me Na, na, na, na, na, na,
I've been lost in way-back-when, in clothes I'll never wear again Pony-tails and paper planes and climbing up the tall trees Thinking back to hide-and
