The music on my radio ain’t supposed to make me feel alone.What a drag to know I have to learn to let it go.
Show me something I can be.Play a song that I can sing.Make me feel as I am free…Someone come speak for me.
What a drag to say, “At least I still have yesterday.”Show me something I can be.Play a song that I can sing.Make me feel as I am free…Someone come speak for me.
But I’m not that mad about it; just show me something I can be.
Play a song that we can sing.Make us feel as we are free.Someone come speak for me.
Pow, motherfucker, pow! Come up off the chain.Pow, motherfucker, pow! One off in the brain.These real-ass killers move in silence with violence.The minute it set off, we the motherfucking wildest.
Not just happy… ECSTATIC.
ALL GOES ACCORDING TO MY EVIL PLAN.
Lonesome swan…tell me, what is wrong?So, you feel that we’ve all moved on, and you’re feeling so alone…Kids can be cruel, you know that’s fair to say; but remember when the kids once said:"You were queen of the waves upon the ocean bed.”You were the dream boat…But now that’s all in the past.But let me say that this loneliness will pass, and be a part of the past, also.So, for now, dust down your weary sails for tomorrow is a bright new day with someone waiting in the wings to pedal with you upon the ocean waves.
always makes me tear up and cry, every fucking time. The sights, the music, the look in Stanton’s eyes…