Suffering my only need now is to hang The rope does swing, hanging from the darkened ceiling Strangling, dangling from my twisted spine I knew I would enjoy death more than life My lids close tight, but the light blinds my eyes My body grows cold, my

People are crazy and times are strange I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range I used to care, but things have changed A worried man with a worried mind No one in front of me and nothing behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got

Wey hey hey, hmm baby hang on Our love shines like rain In those Spanish eyes Spanish eyes 'Cause I love the way you talk to me Wey hey hey, hmm baby hang on, hmm Empty heart, beat tight as drum set Empty love, she'd shine like a song, hmm

Got a lotta heart ache He's a fucking weasel Want to make a deal He's a player, diarrhea giver Tried to grow his hair out I would like to find him Friday night Hanging out with mom and trying on his fathers tights Life just sucks, I lost the one, I'm

The city streets are full of people going Nowhere making time The change from night to day is really only hours Won't somebody throw me down a line They say some days you're gonna win They say some days you're gonna lose I tell you I got news for you

Hang on to your love. In Heaven's name why are you walking away? In Heaven's name why do you play these games? Got to stick together, hand in glove. Hold on tight, don't fight. You got to hold on longer if you want you love to grow. When you find your

Hang on to your love. In Heaven's name why are you walking away? In Heaven's name why do you play these games? Got to stick together, hand in glove. Hold on tight, don't fight. You got to hold on longer if you want you love to grow. When you find your

Let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked Do you want to get rocked? Let's go all the way C'mon let's get, let's get, let's get, let's get rocked Seven day weekend Up all night In at the deep end Hang on tight Won't take a minute

Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight I'm a poor man's son, from across the railroad tracks, The only shirt I own is hangin' on my back, But I'm the envy of ev'ry single guy Since

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the