Now no-no-now nigga just, just sit down for a minute, man 'Cause I gotta get somethin' off my chest, you understand me? I'm on the high wire at every
It's not what you have learned But what they said about you under your shirt You know they never will They'll make sense of what you gave them And now
Never meant to be so friendly Never made the room look nice Never heed a word of warnin' Never take my own advice I got a brand new problem Pretty and
You've been crying And I'm crazy about you I've been lying And hanging you up 'cause I'm deep on the inside But flash on the outside I am the thunder
I built a wall in China, I sank an ocean liner I've wrecked homes, I've burned thrones, chasing the crown I've put thorns in your feet, I spread plague
Dear God, are you there? Can you hear me, do you care? Dear God, here are we Less than perfect, far from free Oh, we take what we get And we don't take
If you want my loving take me back If you miss my touch little girl take me back When the dreams you lean on are beginning to crack Open up your heart
You've a certain sartorial eloquence And a style that's almost of your own You've got the knack of being so laid back It's like talking to the great unknown
Through a mutual agreement, we got that aching feeling To look up one another one more time Tracking down the zip codes, sealing down those envelopes
Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I've had my face in the mirror for twenty-four hours Starin' at a line of white
Oh little Jeannie, you got so much love, little Jeannie And you take it where it strikes and give it to the likes of me Oh little Jeannie, she got so
J'ecoute un vieux disque J'ai plein d'vieux vinyles Un vieux disque de Voivod On n'est plus tres beaux Quand on commence a? Commence a se r'garder
: I built a wall in China, I sank an ocean liner I've wrecked homes, I've burned thrones, chasing the crown I've put thorns in your feet, I spread plague
: Oh little Jeannie, you got so much love, little Jeannie And you take it where it strikes and give it to the likes of me Oh little Jeannie, she got
: Dust settles on a thin cloud Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours Staring at a line of white
: You've a certain sartorial eloquence And a style that's almost of your own You've got the knack of being so laid-back It's like talking to the great
: Through a mutual agreement, we got that aching feeling To look up one another one more time Tracking down the zip codes Sealing down those envelopes
: You've been crying, and I'm crazy about you I've been lying, and hanging you up, `cause I'm deep on the inside, but flash on the outside I am the thunder
