, believe that like a true story Rims big, make the car look like it's two stories If I hop out that?ll be suicide No backseats, call that paralyze I
We used to awake into morning, time stood still I slept in your arms, content to go on dreaming A nightmare too real to imagine, losing you Paralyzed
your faith but that's not where it's at You have no faith to lose and you know it I know the reason that you talk behind my back I used to be among
his little hussy with his ghost town approach Her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake Wrecked up and paralyzed
How can we do the things we used to do now? I know it's clear that times are changing But I'm staying the same I know the fear is paralyzing But nothing
WRITTEN BY KEVIN BACON Yeah I used to smoke like a house on fire I couldn't put them down And I would drink all night till the morning light They
I used to do it for the love a long time ago And all I ever wanted was love I used to love without fear a long time ago And all I ever wanted was love
was a white girl But just 'cause she was white See, her life wasn't light world She too had the drama thick Had a daddy and a mama but her daddy used
When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws never offer Anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick
it grows again I find myself out in your driveway My hands are frozen on the wheel and I can feel your love still suffocating The memory of what used
the heavy verbal attack I'm the lyrical master blaster, yeah I can do that I could also beat your style, because I analyzed it You used to rock, but now you paralyzed
each And I'm coming back, coming back, coming back Until there's nothing left in the well, is that what they call it, the well? I'm paralyzed and looking
Human race seems so amused By the news of everyday We got to forget the paralyzed there's no reaction we got used to being surrended by disasters but
Music of a southern day and the nectar of brass Spilling into Congo Square where the queens used to pass There lies no greater place for one left to drift
how you used to say You couldn't wait till tomorrow for a brand new day no fuss when ya had to ride the bus You just add a little blush To paralyze
gotta get, I said I've gotta get inside So to the back window I crawl in silent standing in the darkness Of my living room, this used to be my home
not the man I used to be Oh, Ruby I still need some company It's hard to love a man, whose legs are bent and paralyzed That my wants and needs of a