I remember when I wrote my High School exam on Jim Morrison when it asked me to write about a person I admire and why. Referenced his God-like song writing by talking about The End.
Call on the fates, this'll take a second
While I fall on my face, like everyone else
and we can talk all we want, but all I can say
is that I'm sorry and I'm sorry
but I'm never gonna do it again
Counting on my relative friends
When this keeps coming up again and again
If everybody knows how its gonna end,
why doesn't someone stop me?
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor,
for the sixth or seventh night in a row
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes - someone stop me
It's hard to rely on the rhythm section
when they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit
Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion
Who are tall, dark and scared and just praying for some action
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
I'm counting on my relative friends (inaction)
'cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction)
If everybody knows how its gonna end (inaction)
why doesn't someone stop me? (inaction)
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor, (inaction)
for the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction)
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes - someone stop me
I can't keep counting on my relative friends (inaction)
'cause this keeps coming up again and again (inaction)
If everybody knows how its gonna end (inaction)
why doesn't someone stop me? (inaction)
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor, (inaction)
for the sixth or seventh night in a row (inaction)
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes - someone stop me
Tickets this way for the Chatsworth express! All of us Pikey's making a mess of the lives they were given, by Him upstairs! And kids they're convinced, aren't actually theirs! What towns on earth could ever replace kids needing money, or wives in your face? 'Cause this, people reckon, and me included, is why pubs, and drugs were kindly invented, to calm us all down, stop us going mental. These are Chatsworth estates basic essentials, we are worth every penny that grind in your axes! You shit on our heads, but you pay your taxes!
it is called " Die Sendung mit der Maus" something like The Show with the mouse..it's an educational programme, i used to watch it all the time when i was a kid...
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May 16th, 2009 02:29 AM
