The means are right for taking, fade to grey Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty In this matrix, it's plain to see It's either you or me. Bruise, pristine, serene, we were born to lose. Cast a line with a velvet glove Reading like an open book, in the hands of love In this matrix, it's…

I know, you love the song but not the singer I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger I know, you want the sin without the sinner I know I know I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster I know, the last in line is always called a bastard I know, the past will catch you up as you…

This town was built on muddy stilts By the lunatic parade It rains like Revelations Gonna wash these freaks away Some girls wanna hold your hand And some girls like to pray Well my girl takes her drinks With dust and rusty razor blades As I lie between these covers I wanna tell her that I love it…

Once there was a man who had a little too much time on his hands he never stopped to think that he was getting older. When his night came to an end He tried to grasp for his last friend and pretend That he could wish himself health on a four-leaf clover He said is this the return to Oz? The grass…

Sailling through the tunnels In the morning by yourself There's a very special feeling True sensation all is well If you stand and reach your arms out wide Close your eyes and try to fly It's an underground illusion Tricking you from side to side We knew all the answers And we shouted them…

I know i'm into you I don't know what to do When we talk I feel like I've died twice Boxers use it's fists Hockey players break their wrist You break my heart when you try to play nice Like a detective whitout a case I'll magnify what you say and Test the implications It could be you or it…

I left my heart in San Fransisco I'ts at some motherfucking disco The people there where dancin' on it And that's including Ms. Matronic Hell if music is the victim then so am I Of lovin' and a cheatin' the snake gon' bite I beg and I scream and I cuss and I cry If music is the victim then…

When you're walkin' down the street And the man tries to get your business And the people that you meet Want to open you up like Christmas You gotta wrap your fuzzy with a big red bow Ain't no sum bitch gonna treat me like a ho I'm a classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess Cause you're…

She's quiet when shes down Strangers from other towns Nowhere to be found On this side of the scene Would you like a cigarette, Or my hand upon your shoulder? I think we might have met Would you like me to come over? There's lovers in the backseat Jealous glances now I'm looking for another song…

I love the tone that's in your laugh Gasping for an extra breath Waiting for the time to pass I believe in days ahead Don't spend another night alone Cross and wishing you were dead Mary, you should'nt let 'em make you mad You hold the best you can And Mary, after all the pain is gone I'm always…