Running out of time again where did you go wrong this time?
When your problems overwhelm you, go get drunk it's party time.
Take a quaalude, relax your mind relax your body too Run from your problems but you'll never get away
no one wants you, and you wonder why?
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Your running out of breath again
You're an old maid, but you're only 18
You are losing your little girl's charm
Cry all night - You'll never get it back.
Don't be afraid, it's not too late.
Save yourself, I need you here.
Wearing off, Wearing out....
I can't think about it, cause it makes me sick!
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
Not me. Not me,
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Not me, Not me. Not me.
When your problems overwhelm you, go get drunk it's party time.
Take a quaalude, relax your mind relax your body too Run from your problems but you'll never get away
no one wants you, and you wonder why?
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Your running out of breath again
You're an old maid, but you're only 18
You are losing your little girl's charm
Cry all night - You'll never get it back.
Don't be afraid, it's not too late.
Save yourself, I need you here.
Wearing off, Wearing out....
I can't think about it, cause it makes me sick!
Sitting there with your mouth full of beer
Your eyes are glazed, your face is red
Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight?
Not me. Not me,
And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm selling your body for another fix
Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?
Not me, Not me. Not me.
Today I saw a small child weeping. Perhaps weeping is the wrong word. His mother explained to me that it was not true grief. This was grief, she said, designed to get something. And I thought, have I anything but pretend grief? And I asked myself what I meant, in these daily excretions of pretend grief, to aquire? And I couldn't answer. And I felt true grief.
Clean sheets mean a lot,
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Well I wanted your love,
and a shelf on your dresser drawer.
You tucked me in,
Stopped my tossing and turning.
But I turned back the covers,
And I saw those sheets are dirty.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you..
The warnth of a bed,
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Was enough to perpetuate,
All the lies I heard before.
Now I want to hold you,
Got to hold my pillow instead.
Cause my pillow would NEVER lie,
Or be with a stranger in my bed.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you.
wheres the love i was looking for? its out the door
i'm afraid to see you anymore, so its back on the floor.
cause those sheets are dirty
woke up this morning alone on the floor
thinking about those clean sheets and the way it was before
when i looked in the mirror i saw your face & thought of the past
now i know how dirty you are i took my fist and smashed the glass.
You know you'll never come clean you know it's true
Those sheets are dirty and so are you
Those sheets are dirty....
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Well I wanted your love,
and a shelf on your dresser drawer.
You tucked me in,
Stopped my tossing and turning.
But I turned back the covers,
And I saw those sheets are dirty.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you..
The warnth of a bed,
To a guy who sleeps on the floor.
Was enough to perpetuate,
All the lies I heard before.
Now I want to hold you,
Got to hold my pillow instead.
Cause my pillow would NEVER lie,
Or be with a stranger in my bed.
You know you'll never come clean,
You know it's true.
Those sheets are dirty,
And so are you.
wheres the love i was looking for? its out the door
i'm afraid to see you anymore, so its back on the floor.
cause those sheets are dirty
woke up this morning alone on the floor
thinking about those clean sheets and the way it was before
when i looked in the mirror i saw your face & thought of the past
now i know how dirty you are i took my fist and smashed the glass.
You know you'll never come clean you know it's true
Those sheets are dirty and so are you
Those sheets are dirty....
There is the question of who I really am, the tiger or the trainer. Am I this caged pulse, this pacing strength and silence, or do I stand around it, calming it endlessly talking, singing, making whatever noise I can to bring it closer to sleep? Clearly I am the trainer. But there are moments when I put myself to sleep, and then only the tiger remains, and there is nothing to be afraid of.....
Some guy pushing a petition, a meeting. "You don't know me," I said."I'm an avowed spectator." "Well just come down and watch," he said. "That's just it," I said. "You people aren't satisfied watching - you want to BE the show, and to make this happen you're willing to give up the only thing in the world of any value: free time." In his mind I could sense the word "evil" forming.
