i can’t compete with the riders in the other heats if you rough it up if you like it you can slide it up, slide it up don’t make a grown man cry my eyes dilate, my lips go green my hands are greasy she’s a mean, mean machine

too many years rolled by without a word. i tried to hide behind things that i’d heard. and now the truth is clear for all to see that through it all, it was you believed in me. you helped me find myself. i had to find myself. no use looking for no one else, ‘cause […]

I want to be bob dylan Mr. jones wishes he was someone just al little More funky When everybody loves you, son, that’s just about as Funky as you can be Mr. jones and me staring at the video When I look at the television, I want to see me staring Right back at me

It’s a need you never get used to, so fierce and so confused It’s a loss you never get over the first time you lose And tonight I am thinking of someone, seventeen years ago We rode in his daddy’s car down the river road Come on come on, it’s getting late now Come on […]