I love the way your hair lays on your shoulders And how it shines there in the light I wanna hold ‘cha, so come a little closer I dont want to miss a thing tonight Baby, leave the light on I wanna see how beatiful you are Baby, leave the light on I dont wanna…

Don’t know why It’s the strangest thing It’s no lie Don’t know what’s happening Chorus: I know that you know that It’s a matter of fact I know that you know that It’s a matter of fact Don’t want to stay But I don’t want to go oh who oh Don’t want to say it…

Won’t have you see me as your sad sack Lost my something and I can’t get it back Or a kill on your trophy rack I checked my schedule now my train is rolling down a track Past the sadness of the salt flats To the prospect of the land fat Or just a lazy…

one bird, one stone. one father, one son. patriarchy like a toll. you have to get out. when you’re tired, must be stoned. if you’re hyper than you’re high. the little bit of joy that you feel knowing you’ve taken his only son. less interest creates power. a number one.

Wear your grudge like a crown of negativity. Calculate what we will or will not tolerate. Desperate to control all and everything. Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen. Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down. Justify denials and grip em to the lonesome end. Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all…

Its just the way it is And nothing can ever stop that Its nothing in no way No body can change You come around, every day Trying to get in my way I want you go get away Its just not the same old game Its not just the same old thing The same old…

Is that a strain Or a delicate smile Built to proportion? It might as well have been you And all the things you do Somedays I’m waiting For my pulse to calm down Into the low hundreds I shake the shirt loose off my back Day and night, year in year out I discovered my…

Sick-boy, in his faded blue jeans, Sick-boy, black leather jacket scene. Sick-boy, he’s always in trouble With the law don’t ya know… Sick-boy, he carries a switch blade knife Sick-boy, likes to get into fights. Sick-boy, he’ll go drinkin’ With the boys all night long. chorus: Sick-boy, rides a big motorbike, Sick-boy, combs his hair…

A friendship that’s gone astray Thanks to you I’m affixed to the pain Your gift of tormenting me This calloused fist a sanctuary Keep on cutting into me Hardening this severed cord You can’t see through me Like you did before Like you did before Keep on bleeding me with your lies It’s making me…

[Music: Roland Grapow] [Lyrics: Roland Grapow] When I saw you the very first time I couldn’t take my stare away from you The eyes of a cat, lips of seduction Wind blows your hair, like gloomy haze Feeling of immunity in a web of emotions Was our philosophy, you know what I mean Pictures of…