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Tell me something I don't know
Because these streets aren't paved with gold
but vanity won't release me
No one ever chews off their leg
To escape with no hint of regret
But I know what you're thinking
Problems follow like a parade
They walk through walls... never learn to wait
Just don't leave home on these words
Because every word will pass for miles
And follow you like teenage virginity:
So long fools!
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How did you do it?
'Well,' she said, 'smoke & mirrors...
Anything for love, anything for love'
Low expectations
Breathing down my back
No grudge unworthy of holding
I know that won't be hard, I know that won't be hard
You can't take the city out of a city girl
Well I don't know how we ended up here
Wide eyed & new money with faded beauty queens
Down my the river
I found a little town
Down by the river
Where all the lovers go, where all the lovers go
Making teenage boys feel like a Christmas tree
Ogling eyes, ogling eyes
I know you dread the day when it's any other way
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Now don't you believe me
Or can't you see I'm full of lies
Of something
Of something once pure
I came to the city
To build a mountain of envy
And to marry a Kennedy
So let's stay out tonight
I just can't stop it
I just can't stop it
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Corey Haim
So if I betray you
I won't be the first
You won't be the last
Of something
Of something once pure
I'm Paramount Pictures
I'm Andy Warhol with other ....
Hey has-beens
I'm the American dream
So let's stay out tonight
You see, I just can't stop it
I just can't stop it
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Ooh, girl I say ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Yeah Corey Haim Haim Haim Haim
So put on that dress tonight
You see, we just can't stop it
We just can't stop it
Ooh, hey girl I said ooh
Whatever happened my friend
Corey Haim
Alright, alright... alllright
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Is this what they call love
Is this what they call love
Is this what they call love
on a Saturday night?
I’m just a man
I’m just a man
Not even a great one
I’m too vain for greatness
Is this what they call love
on a Saturday night?
Is this what they call sex
Is this what they call sex
Is this what they call sex
on a Saturday night?
Time for the night clubs
Time for the night clubs
Providing the soundtrack for
humping on dance floors
Is this what they call sex
on a Saturday night?
Alright
Is this what they call hate
Is this what they call hate
Is this what they call hate
on a Saturday night?
Broken your bottles
Broken your bottles
Thrown like American footballs
Hey its just jocks high on hormones
Is this what they call hate
on a Saturday night?
Alright
Is this what they call hate
on a Saturday night?
Alright
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You show your age,
when you drown your rage.
But i see past those laughter lines,
so baby, lets split tonight,
I got a tank full of gas till light.
Yeah we can drive for miles and miles
But you just said,
"Not for all the love in the world"
"Not for all the love in the world"
Cause she didnt realize, now thats a lotta love
Pipe dreams fade,
and all the underdogs get laid.
Left your heart in the hands of a jugglin clown.
And so you crave recognition,
but the keys to the city went missing
People are all puzzles to be figured out
But you just said,
"Not for all the love in the world"
"Not for all the love in the world"
Cause she didnt realize, now thats alotta love
Oh Oh
I guess that everybody,
went to a better party, oh no
Not for all the love in the world
Not for all the love in the world
But she didnt realize, now thats a lotta love.
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Hey kids,
There's no romance in fate
You'll go far
Because all the one night stands
Could be within your hands
Here comes the hard sell from the top:
Used to sleep walk but I woke up
Felt emptier than a suburban swimming pool in the fall
Wait. I noticed today I've let years slip by. I don't know why.
It's not like I've got time on my side
It's not like I've got time on my side
Who will testify
For our wasted lives
Hey kids,
You've been type cast all your lives
but no more.
Guardian angels
should be ashamed of themselves
Here comes the hard sell from the top:
Lose faith in fate
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a hooker with a heart of gold
a cheap date that can't be sold
won't send you to an early grave
but Jesus looked down and said "son,
i know a doubter when i see one,
ambition stands out like a sore thumb"
you just laughed and said
no one here forgets your past
the meek had a meeting of minds
consistent hypocrisy..hey! that's alright
let's overthrow this old guard
so hands off the virgin prom queen
you can't fool old friends with limousines
but it won't send you to an early grave
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now i don't mind if i hurt you
and leave the guilt behind
so here i go burning bridges
did i play my hand too soon?
sop for the first time in my life
feel like a country boy caught in headlights
found my rosebud
arrived in new york city
felt like a scapegoat before a commitee
found my rosebud
all this talk off regret
lets go slumming, lets go slumming
and start all over again
the greatest ghost writer
couldn't help you
write a draft of your life
great minds have spent lifetimes looking for answers
look at these sandpaper hands..i'm just paid from the neck down
your velvet revoluction..chase where it leads you, my friend
it's not like
i said
that i love you
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how the curse of comfort has plagued your artistic life
i hope love, love, love just gets in they way
the suburbs dream tonight of finding their muse
damn those rape victime writers and their five star reviews
wouldn't want a heart that's been dented by you
lets bottle bohemia and start a career..
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