Concrete Blonde Lyrics
Concrete Blonde Lyrics
"Violent Lyrics"
Another Heartache Lyrics
(B. Adams, J. Vallance, R. Stewart, R. Wayne) I told you once I'm a jealous man But you never want to listen to who I am We're divided, completely out of touch
(B. Adams, J. Vallance, R. Stewart, R. Wayne) I told you once I'm a jealous man But you never want to listen to who I am We're divided, completely out of touch
I feel hot & red & wired
I feel burned out like I've expired.
freaky dreams & you are there
with glowing eyes & burning hair &
& I'm not even dreaming
violent.
every nerve & every cell
they gotta fight to stay alive & well
I'm in a world of chronic
discontent
screaming metal & burning rubber
My Heart to You Lyrics
You give to me what life should be for everyone. You're my pepper, you're my salt, my favorite tea. You're my sunset on the ocean, my desert dawn. So much of you is now
You give to me what life should be for everyone. You're my pepper, you're my salt, my favorite tea. You're my sunset on the ocean, my desert dawn. So much of you is now
always shoving & raping & cursing each other
exploding into violence.
try some buy some
wheel & deal it
buy or steal it
if it makes you feel it
we want it intense
we want our violence.
get ready to take it all the way
the things they do
the words they say it's all so
ready to get
violent
weddi
Broken Statue Lyrics
She is wearing a complexion like the inside of a church that has never seen two lovers Just before they lose their thirst She likes nature in spite of What
ng bells all pink & whiteShe is wearing a complexion like the inside of a church that has never seen two lovers Just before they lose their thirst She likes nature in spite of What
chocolates & candlelight
you & me & we makes three
k/ i /s /s /i/ n/ g
like a comedy
that never played quite right
it seems so easy & it looks so clean, all the
shiny happy people in the magazines
but nothing seems to mean
what it meant.
a flood of blood & a burning pain
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Heaven Can't Be Found Lyrics
I looked over at my pillow but your face wasn't there. And I don't smell the perfume you used to wear. And I don't see your blouse or jeans, Or your pretty white cotton
oken hearts & throbbing brainsI looked over at my pillow but your face wasn't there. And I don't smell the perfume you used to wear. And I don't see your blouse or jeans, Or your pretty white cotton
the message has been sent
& it's violent
try some buy some
wheel & deal it
buy or steal it
if it makes you feel it
we want it intense
we want our violence.
get ready to take it all the way
the things they do
the words they say it's all so
ready to get
violent