You are the light of my life My little piece of the pie American beauty apple of my eye Today to you, I'm invisible Tomorrow you may still be out of reach But someday you and I will be possible We'll be alone makin' love on the beach By then we won't

Oh you Pretty Things Don't you know you're driving your Mamas and Papas insane And it looks as though they're here to stay All the strangers came today Let me make it plain You gotta make way for the Homo Superior Wake up you sleepy head Put on some

Pop a rubber band start countin' Buy everything on the counter Everything I got on designer Diamonds on me look like a fountain, yeah Gotta eat me a rapper today I forgot to eat man Smokin' out my brain cells Got the trap doin' numbers

Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long must we sing this song? How long, how long? 'Cause tonight, we can be as one Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes

Blue to gray Grow up and blow away If this is the life Why does it feel so good to die today? First double-cross her heart He wants to start a family If she weren't writing in blood She'd bring him her jokes A new liver

Suddenly you hear Suddenly it starts Can two anxious hearts beat as one? Yesterday I was alone Today you walk beside me Something still unclear Something not yet here has begun. Suddenly the world Seems a different place

Have a drink on me So don't worry about tomorrow Take it today Forget about the check We'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me (on me) Whiskey, gin and brandy With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm trying to walk a straight line

No apologies I never thought you'd be so Easily deceived Now I'll just hang my head (falling further out of place) Along with the dead (don't know what/why I can't replace) But not with this So now I'll leave with Today is too late How long do we have to

Just might be true The self-inflicted state of mind A one-man struggle beneath the tower I think the clock still exist God just forgot to tap my shoulder I woke up today I wish I felt something The odor of my apathy I want to be the things I see

(you're beautiful) (for all your big mistakes) When do you come out to play? 'Cause if the Lord is gonna find me, He'd better start looking today. I don't know. I think they come from the cold (you stayed the same) To the city that don't snow.