You don't seem to understand the deal I don't give two shits on how you feel You're burned by my lighter You've been burned by my lighter And my lighter
Under their thumb Kicked and beaten like an angry rabid dog Under their thumb Squashed and squeezed like a dried-up, rinsed out worm You can't do a thing
Wandering through the narrow thorough-fare The motorway is standing on its own I see me walking there One for the road, one for the road My thumbs have
Breaking the silence: lonely screams that can't be heard Casting the shadows, in your mind his spoken word Famine and wars, prophecies are said and done
There never really is a good time There's always nothing much to say Pretty good, not doing that fine Getting up most everyday Steppin' out, I tried
I'm all fingers and thumbs, I don't know what I've done It's always the same, it won't quite fall into place You say, I wish you'd stay ?cos I'm missing
gee, how seemingly so tranquilized. pull the plug that anticipates being pulled. nice tranquil thumb in mouth. collision course with the worst. undeniably
I'm being hassled by the man The man The man The man Man Crush a killer with a thigh bone Man You call the cable, make a cozy home Man You need a rock
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Wandering through the narrow thorough-fare, the motorway is standing on its own, I see me walking there...one for the road - one for the road, the headlights
Winter's come, Now I'm cold, Singing along to this courtesy call, A reminder that the season is near. The wait's now over. As I follow the skyline, A
Don't know what you've got 'til it's gone A hint of the scent then it's gone Look at the state of you you're all fingers and thumbs So who's your latest
V He takes it in stride as he breaks his pace Counts his bills by the looks on their faces The devil?s swimming in a deep oasis He knows what he knows
It's almost like we've hardly spoke but all my cloths still smell like smoke so it's almost like I've seen you all week taking a break from driving with
I've got you in my sights you fucker your days are numbered and we're down to single digits you've had your fun but the end is neigh I can't sit idly
You sprung out on the bed where we lean against the wall. Down among the dregs out where the yellow spiders crawl. The telephone is broken and the drapes
you don't seem to understand the deal, I don't give two shits on how you feel, you're burned by my lighter, you've been burned by my lighter, and my lighter