crazed institution
Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man that you think (know) you really are.
Well grab the old bog-handle, hold your breath and light a candle.
Clear your throat and pray for rain to irrigate the corridors that echo in
your brain filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains.
be still my beating heart
Be still my beating heart
It would be better to be cool
It's not time to be open just yet
A lesson once learned is so hard to forget
i've got your number
smoke on the water
it's a gas
One Thing Leads To Another
The deception with tact
Why don't they
Do what they say
The impression that you sell
Passes in and out like a scent
But the long face that you see
Comes from living close to your fears
You told me something wrong
I know I listen too long
I've got to say enough's enough
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
