PastaJoe

Open up the window, let some air into this room I think I'm almost chokin' from the smell of stale perfume And that cigarette you're smokin' 'bout scare me half to death Open up the window, sucker, let me catch my breath Mama told me not to come Mama told me not to come That ain't the way to have fun, son That ain't the way to have fun, son

I heard the news, baby All about your disease Yeah, you may have all you want, baby But I got somethin' you need, oh yeah Ain't talkin' 'bout love My love is rotten to the core Ain't talkin' 'bout love Just like I told you before Yeah, before

Your pops caught you smoking, and he says, "No way" That hypocrite smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag You gotta fight for your right to party

Leave your cares behind Come with us and find The pleasures of a journey to the center of the mind Come along if you care Come along if you dare Take a ride to the land inside of your mind

Take these broken wings And learn to fly again Learn to live so free When we hear the voices sing The book of love will open up and let us in Take these broken wings

Nobody does it better Makes me feel sad for the rest Nobody does it half as good as you Baby, you're the best

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Don't make me feel any colder Time is like a clock in my heart Touch we touch was the heat too much I felt I lost you from the start In time we could've been so much more But time is precious I know In time we could've been so much more The time has nothing to show because Time won't give me time And time makes lovers feel Like they've got something real But you and me we know We've got nothing but time And time won't give me time Won't give me time

Pope Francis and Dick Van *****. If Law & Order: SVU has taught us anything, it’s that older cases can be proven, especially if there are multiple victims that can corroborate the facts.

In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt, I'm after you Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd And I'm hungry like the wolf Straddle the line in discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt, I'm after you Mouth is alive, with juices like wine And I'm hungry like the wolf

When rain has hung the leaves with tears I want you near, to kill my fears To help me to leave all my blues behind For standin' in your heart Is where I want to be, and I long to be Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind

I'm gonna take a freight train Down at the station, Lord I don't care where it goes Gonna climb a mountain The highest mountain I'll jump off, nobody gonna know Can't you see, whoa, can't you see What that woman, Lord, she been doin' to me? Can't you see, can't you see What that woman, she's been doin' to me?

In my little town I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all And he used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord, I recall my little town Coming home after school Flying my bike past the gates of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze And after it rains there's a rainbow And all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there It's just imagination they lack Everything's the same back in my little town

She's my cherry pie Cool drink of water Such a sweet surprise Tastes so good Make a grown man cry Sweet cherry pie oh yea She's my cherry pie Put a smile on your face Ten miles wide Looks so good Bring a tear to your eye Sweet cherry pie

I've been to Hollywood I've been to Redwood I crossed the ocean For a heart of gold I've been in my mind It's such a fine line That keeps me searching For a heart of gold And I'm getting old Keeps me searching For a heart of gold And I'm getting old