I get so weary in the evenin when the suns goin down. When I go to bed at night, And the birds begin to call. Just before the break of day. I get so lonesome when my baby's not around. I feel so sad and lonely, For my baby that ain't all. Well I get up

I've been thinking about you baby It don't matter, when you turn Gonna survive, live and learn. By the light of dawn, and in my blues Day and night, I been missing you I've been thinking about you baby, Almost makes me crazy, Come and live with me Either

I kissed your face Sue, I got the job We’ll buy the house You’ll need to rest But now we’ll make it Sue, the clinic called The X-ray’s fine I brought you home I just said home

Free the animal, free the animal Granulate me Shoot me like a cannon ball Kill me like an animal Decapitate me Hit me like a baseball Emancipate me Kill me with your loving

One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine There are ten things you need to know (number one!) We rowed across the Hudson at dawn My friend, William P. Van Ness signed on as my (number two!) Hamilton arrived with his crew Nathaniel Pendleton and a

Il était là, dans ce fauteuil, Comme un père débordant d'orgueil Mon spectateur du premier jour, Pour celui qui prenait son tour, Petit, tu m'as fait bien plaisir Entre ses larmes et son sourire, Il n'y avait pas de frontière. Premier témoin de mes faux

If it don't matter to you, it don't matter to me, woah baby If it don't matter to you, it don't matter to me, woah no no no Bring it on down, bring it on down to me Woah baby, woah baby Yeah yeah yeah yeah Everyday people like you And me just wanna live

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

Well they encourage your complete cooperation Send you roses when they think you need to smile I can't control myself because I don't know how, And they love me for it honestly, I'll be here for a while So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff