On a cold night in a hotel in New Orleans Came the final blow And somehow, somewhere we lost sight In our search for that pot of gold And all that happened
Living off the friends we made, never ever getting paid Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score, waking up
Alright Well, it's Friday night and I'm waiting On your call girl, like I do Am I wasting my time by this telephone line? Waiting on your call to come
Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make clear Yeah I do, you don't see it coming, hear it coming Acting like you know nothing About that
Like this I've never seen a woman, baby That looks quite the way you do The way you shake that thing now, honey Can't take my eyes off you The way you
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Youa??re speakin my language(my language) Youa??re speakin my language(my language) Speakin My language, my language, my language, my language, my language
She says no when she means yes What she wants, you know that I can't guess When we want more you know we ask for less Such is the language of love I
Let's see, uh, it was on an island And there was this snake And the snake had legs And he could walk all around the island Yes, that's true, a snake
Paradise Is exactly like Where you are right now Only much much Better. I saw this guy on the train And he seemed to have gotten stuck In one of those
Daddy daddy, it was just like you said now that the living outnumber the dead. where I come from it's a long thin thread across an ocean. down a river
I run with the pack with every freedom I am God, selfishness embodied Strong enough to build this mountain A barrier, you're cowardly to call by it's
I can't believe it, Talking to people, That cowboys and indians, Are taking control It really was a wild one, But somebodys coming A lot of fast
Thank you for the time Like a razor kiss my wound Cut me to open I'm ready to use Bring the newer ending sense I need the comfort of a stranger Eighteen
What is the universal language? Could it be hate if it's not love? Could it be money, sex or power? I say it's music and none of the above When you act
I think I bit my tongue today No sign of blood but this taste won't go away Even if a wound does heal Its scar might never fade Unwelcome words can pierce
Come over here Whisper into my ear Don't waste your breath On anyone else But me. And warm Your body in bed Let us wake up and talk a while I tell you
What are we doing here? Why have we come? Did we come for communion, Under the tongue? Theres a lot Theres a lot Theres a lot to unfold In the dark In