Skid Row - Here i am
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Six foot one and lonely
Dressed in spaghetti rags
Standing at the bus stop
With her alligator bags
What can u do?
No, no, no, what can I do
I better see a doctor
Cause I think I m getting hooked on you I ain t much for talkin
But all I got to say is Here I am
Close your eyes and I ll be Superman
Here I am
Come and take my lovin while you can She broke a million hearts
On 2nd Avenue
With her German cigarettes
And designer attitude What can u do?
No, no, no, what can I do
My love s been goin blind
Since the first time I laid eyes on you Ain t much for conversation
But I got to let you know
Here I am
Close your eyes and I ll be Superman
Here I am
Come and take my lovin while you can You don t need a crystal ball
To see she s got it all Here I am
Close your eyes and I ll be Superman
Here I am
Come and take my lovin while you can Inne utwory
In the darkened room Sweet little sister Forever Thick is the skin Cats in the cradle Into another Down from underground Medicine jar Get the fuck out Breakin down Ghost Blitzkrieg bop Bonehead Livin on a chain gang Iron will See you around My enemy Losowe utwory
Disillusioned demons bleed by alien illness,
The nuked surface of earth transmutates into abnormal masses of festered flesh rising to fortell vengeance,
While demonoid terminations are tacking down remaining souls of lost warriors,
Life on this planet is now in the hands of the ruler of shadows
See the Devil smile
Heathen thoughts burning in...
Me and Billy boy and old lady jane
We hitched a ride, took a fast movin train
Got to the top with our heads spinnin round
You never know just what you got until you re comin back
Down on the farmland Mississippi shade
The folks down there they told me take...
To their own shore came the world war
Gleaves and Ingham
Leading the bury west
Took the short way in
The long route back convoy 92
Bury Gleaves and Ingham leading
Tankers to the west
And upon the north atlantic
Lies the silence of the seas
On a quiet night in the darkest hour
The kriegsmarine appear
Above the surface it...
You ve been
With me
A year to the day
Three-hundred-
and-sixty
-five days
Watching me decay
We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about plans in tiny bars
In the gaps
Between words
Are the things
That really intrigue me,
It s the gasps
And the sighs
That say more
About what s inside you
We used to climb aboard...
(With a mean motherfucker)
Don t try to put the blame on me
Every night I come stealin home
You keep thinkin I ve been drinkin
I ve been missin you, no, no
Damn sheriff ain t no friend of mine
Hand-coffin my good times
Got no pity, show no mercy
Sure makes...