And the pulse of the noise went through the night into the washed-up back of my feet And I smelled the fear and I tasted blood and the soundtrack was
Wet trousers in the washing machine But I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans I'm grown up now but refuse to learn That those were just adolescent concerns
, that never ever ends, when the sun sets the moon rises again, and my hands on the door but i'm not sure what i'm surching for, i think it might have washed
But keep your heart out on your sleeve A little bit of stormy weather, that's no cause for us to leave Just stay here baby, in my arms Let it wash away
mashed potatoes No more candlelight, no more romance, no more small talk When the hunger's gone I eat dinner at the kitchen table And I wash it down
grade school You never could quite make them out, but you said you thought they were cool We made a really good team, you and I, and our acid-washed
This is the soundtrack to kill your stepfather Leave the faggot unconscious and douse him in Goldschlager Light the match, now kick him till he holler
mind wash away this dirty soul this dirty soul of mine the curtain it slowly closes the players how they quickly change around you not a trace, no familiar face only the soundtrack
fingers paint down on the plastic And in a twisted sort of way it all makes sense While they rush to die he provides the soundtrack so tragic He sits
the ground) you're fucking killing me Abandon all hope washing away me in the tides Unclenching the fists made round my neck accepting the end Abandon all hope washing
(The Crow : City Of Angels Soundtrack) Where the silence falls There the river runs deep Where the shadow ends So begins the dream Where the hunger leads
Wet trousers in the washing machine, But I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans I'm grown up now, but refuse to learn That those were just adolescent concerns
(From "Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen" soundtrack) I remembered black skies / the lightning all around me I remembered each flash / as time began
grade school You never could quite make them out, but you said you thought they were cool We made a really good team, you and I, and our acid-washed jeans