I don’t care what you think unless it is about me.
I don’t care what you think unless it is about me.
I don’t know what I’m hungry for – I don’t know what I want anymore.
I want to live on an abstract plain.
How you gonna top yourself when there is nobody else?
Sound system gonna bring me back up, yeah, one thing that I can depend on.
This is not a show.
I got time on my hands.
One more day to complain my servant. One more doubt here to find a servant.
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts – two turntables and a microphone.
Yo soy un pistelero, I’m not shaking in my boots.
We are Sex Bob-omb.
I’ll wait in Los Angeles – I’ll wait in the pouring sun.
Don’t fall on me.
We all hail hail from rock and roll from behind a glass case.
No you really haven’t lived life yet, if you ain’t got no regrets.
Nothing to lose – I got nothing to lose.
I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.
Just when you thought you knew someone – guess again because you were wrong.
And I’m feeling so Bohemian like you.
It’s so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk.
I’ll take advantage while you hang me out to dry, but I can’t see you every night – free.
Don’t talk to me about being alone.
I’m half dead, I’m a third alive, a quarter ticking over in the middle by the side of the road.
I know you’re a cannonball.
Love is such a selfish thing, it’s always crying, “Me, me, me.”
Oh my golly! Oh my golly!
Leaving New York, never easy – I saw the light fading out.
Forget about the girls and forget about the boys – turn off the TV and put away your toys.
Take the skinheads bowling, take them bowling.
Yes I will rhyme that, after, after all I’ve done today, I have earned my wings.
Well, you better watch out. Well, you better beware, ‘cause they’re coming from all sides of the country now.
And you tell me you love her honey, but you’re gonna kill again.
If I could ask you how you feel, would you reply or produce a shield?
I wanna smoke (and smoke and smoke).
You keep on telling me these pretty lies, well I’m just a man and want you instead of the drugs that get me high.
I don’t understand how a heart is a spade, but somehow the vital connection is made.
I’ve thought about it for a while, and I’ve thought about the many miles. But I think it’s time that I’ve gone away.
You love me, you love me and now you wanna kill me.
Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away.
Hello, my friend, are you visible today? You know I never knew that it could be so strange.
I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad. I got sunshine in a bag.
In my brain I rearrange the letters on the page to spell your name.
We lay down the law, so what you need me for?
You wouldn’t know what to say to yourself – love is a poverty you couldn’t sell. Misery waits in vague hotels, to be evicted.
I never thought you’d be a junkie because heroin is so passe.
I’m a punk rocker, yes I am.
Won’t admit you’ve lived this long riding on a useless train of thought.
I’m tired of fighting, fighting for a lost cause.
You’re always saying, it’s so easy.
Scratch your name into the fabric of this world before you go.