Toots Camarata / Bob Russell You ain't gonna bother me no more Nohow Love just goes so far No more Woke up this morining and found I didn't care for
One of us must know which way you can go One of us must know which way you can go I can see a rainbow coming out of your hole You're god although I never
Wish I was too dead to cry My self affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to
Why hold on? Your hands are getting sore You must be scared of something From the time before, well... We're here again How long, who knows? It's not
I woke up this morning I couldn't get out of bed I had a couple of drinks last night I guess it went to my head I slept through my wake up call Forgot
Don't come 'round here looking for my sympathy Don't come 'round here looking for my prayers You spent the eighties in a trance Yeah you led us all on
I know I should get next to you You got a look that makes me think you're cool But it's just sexual attraction Not something real so I'd rather keep whackin
Since she's been gone I want no one to talk to me It's not the same but I'm to blame, it's plain to see So go away and leave me alone, don't bother me
Apocalypse horizon Dead trees on rough terrain With rocks to keep your eyes on Dark clouds threaten rain If I die all alone and you endowed Will I see
You send up the ladder Down without a rope Was the only time it mattered Aw-when I was broke Then your
Tu stai guidando la tua macchina l'asfalto nero taglia il mondo a meta la citta alle tue spalle e l'ultima frontiera della civilta Il tuo motore starnutisce
Stop and look around at politics No, nothing's changed, it still remains The same old fear, the things we hear I've heard enough, I won't adhere Why bother
You wanna see me hang around Don't bother me You wanna know if I'll get down Can't you see (Gene Machine) Stick it in Shove it up Are they still humans
User-Friendly. That's what I am to you. I have to break out of here. Trapped in my hardware cell. And come to you as you sleep tonight. Take you back
Take me away from here Up where the air is clear And there's nothing to do And nothing to say You say all men are good Well I would be if I could But
Why should the Father bother to call us His children? Why should the Spirit hear it when we pray? Why should the Father bother to be concerned with all
Verse 1: Wish I was too dead to cry My self-affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater Chorus: You don't need to
[Satrapold:] Ja nechci mnoho trapiti jiz panowe was sluch, kdyz je treba se napiti a zizni splatit dluh. Wsak dowolte mi rici jen co na srdci ted mam