: They're waving off our pulse, We gotta shoot em 'fore the sun heats up the south, My finger in my mouth, I'll start the engine, We won't ever make
: come and get me out of this town oh now come and save me come and rescue me from this joint hotel full of bones and babies take a look at yourself
: There are bears, In the woods. Come and get me. Come and get me. There are bears, In the woods. Come and get me. Come and get me. Do as good bears
: [Stop and do it] I went walking over backbones, i broke my stiletto, and we were so cold. and like a Febuarys courts we froze and so the song goes
: Got a man in a band Noone knows what I mean When I cannot see if you are in charge of me I think so When it comes to my faith I could live with everyday
: And every time we have to part. I sit and shoot the doves in my back yard. I dig a hole in search of kites. I lose my grip oh how that string it
: Samo and Grace, Where do you live? Is it under my foot? Is it over my lips? Samo and Grace, What can you give? And where will you wed? It's not enough
: there's no ceiling there's no broken bones and I've no feeling she will glow when she has grown into the sea that shows her gates the water shall refill
: Picture of me On your colour tv Bet he's holding the home Skins a-salty with the breeze Gotta look When you open those books I dream of the sea Big
: Call the neighbours Cos its half past ten I'm a fiery gal looking out for my man Gotta tell you I've got nothing left My toes are frozen But I love
: We?ve attacked and we?re waiting to eat The sides are calm (The sides are calm) And we don?t know if we?re making our We are not sure what it is
: and you're down for the count you are dancing with men going around and around and you're scared and you're sure that your spine will dissolve you
: We're like two fingers of the same hand The hand of fate writing on the sand What does it matter What does it mean Can you see the difference In the
We want to see you, won't you show us where to start? You're talking trash with your red liquor lips It's you that tickle in the conversation Sweet Betty
: (Bowie/ Gabrels) Till the sun blisters and sprays And every lamb ceases to graze When the kiss of the comb Tears my face from the bone CHORUS I'll
: Was haben wir gelacht, uns Wunden beigebracht Geflustert und geschrieen, gestritten und verziehen Was haben wir geweint, es doch nicht so gemeint Verspottet
been?" She had a piece of chicken gizzard stuck to her chin I told her, "Hold still," and flicked it off her face and said, "Betty, oh, Betty, what you
: (Paul Stookey/Peter Yarrow) [Chorus:] C'mon, Betty, home. Come on the very next train. You've been gone so lonesome long I hardly know my name. I
