I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How
Go unnoticed, let the freedom wash away Losing focus, the pretense is second nature It's a broken life that I cling to trying to make right I feel dismayed
Hi my name is Jason and I'm not gay [People are so damn crazy up in Jason's world] People call me a waste man, 'cause I haven't got a job (what a knob
I have a friend, he is made mostly of pain And he wakes up, drives to work, and then straight back home again He once cut one of my nightmares out of
with an unbelievably forgettable face i am entirely dependent on this time and place and time wastes no time it gets straight to messing things up in
Take, take, take, takin' what you don't need You'll get, get, gettin' what you don't need Stand back, take a look and take heed All the children in God
So I knew you were fakin' About your dreams Because when you're wakin' Everything's what it seems I know you've got roses You wanta throw on my grave
Johnny was a waste of life He was never satisfied Put a bullet in his head I'm so happy Johnnys dead Shut Up! You Waste Of Life Shut Up! You Waste Of
She makes her way up to the front door Completely numb when she hears my voice Her burdened eyes show signs of light now To me there's nothing there but
blast and raw eye blood shot lid color concealed crimson trap thin lit mess code of darkness stop the ocean counting blood coughing blood and needle syringe
Go to his house, he'll make you a big star Offer your power, turn and face the camera Makin' a movie, isn't that what you want? Dying to recover, never
waste the day waste the night i want you to be alright when i'm gone i hope your bed's still warm and that you find another charming girl to hold you
Your mother came up to me She wanted answers only she should know Only she should know It wasn't easy to deal With the tears that rolled down her face
it was a note, that fueled lost fires, gave passion one chance, just one more time all these escapades, like hallway parades, caught me in aftermath
(Instrumental)
We have stared over the precipice of mortality And death's gaping maw could not be sated Our deviant feats could not attain immortality In shame, we vow
Drunk on the blood Stuck to the rug He vomits nostalgia As the casualties Watch him seethe With careful curiosity With a raw dialogue An effort to waste
(Andrew Lloyd Webber/ Jim Steinman) Producer for Meatloaf & Bonnie: Jim Steinman Recorded in 1998 as part of the 'Songs from Whistle Down The Wind' Project