One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do Two can be as bad as one, its the loneliest number since the number one No is the saddest experience you'll ever know Yes is the saddest experience you'll ever know Cause one is the loneliest number that you'll ever know One is the loneliest number even worst then two Yeah
Its just no good anymore since you went away Now I spend my time just making up rhymes of yesterday One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number Since you went away Since you went away
One is the loneliest number since you've gone away One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number Since you've gone away
Its just no good anymore since you went away Now I spend my time just making up rhymes of yesterday One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number One is the loneliest number Since you went away Since you went away
Looking up to the sky Made me realize; made me want to fly To a place far away Where they're singing songs and making love all day
Somewhere beyond the sun Where an adam splits and announces a tongue
: So don't you be late I see the beacon light and it's on So strap on my jammy pack
Fuel it up, 'cause I'm gone
The people all dance With their big long arms and a peach in their pants Picking fruit from the sky As the demon ship goes passing them by I'm not sure if it's love But it's coming down from the heavens above
: So don't you be late I see the beacon light, and it's on So strap on that jammy pack
Fuel it up, 'cause I'm gone
So don't you be late I see the beacon light, and it's on So strap on that jammy pack
One more murder in this town, Don't mean a thing just lock your doors And drive around.
One more murder in this town, Don't worry the rain will Wash the chalk marks from the ground.
Saturday night, shots ring out, Add one to the body count. You come alive to see another's end.
Plead it to a lesser count, D.A. says without a doubt, In 3-5 you're on the streets again.
One more murder in this town Don't mean a thing You get accustomed to the sound
One more murder in this town Block off the street and Wrap the crime scene tape around.
Hosanna! Hosanna! I can't feel a thing at all! Hosanna! Hosanna! I can't feel a thing! I can't feel a thing at all!
Saturday night you're going out Parking lot, a figure come about Feel a piece click against your head. Pleading to his sympathy, "Take the car, I got a family" You hear a laugh, "It don't mean shit to me."
For a second of your life Tell me that it's true Waiting for a sign It's all I want of you Your heart hides a secret A promise of what is Something more than this
Just a second of your time Anyone will do A taste of any other Is all I want from you Offer me the world And how can I resist Something more than this
Make believe in magic Make believe in dreams Make believe impossible Nothing as it seems See, touch, taste, smell, hear But never know if it's real (Never know if it's real)
For a second of your life Tell me if it's true Anywhere we are It's all I want of you your lips lies a secret A promise of a kiss Of something more than this
Just a second of your time Anyone will do To know any other Is all I want from you Giving me the world Now I can't resist Something more than this
Make believe in magic Make believe in dreams Make believe impossible Nothing as it seems Never really understand What anything means (What anything means)
Another second of my life Not knowing if it's true Make believe in nothing Is all I want of you Whisper me a secret Whisper me there is Always something other Something more than this
If travel is searching, And home, what's been found...
If travel is searching, And home, what's been found...
I'm not stopping.
I'm going hunting. I'm the hunter. I'll bring back the goods, But I don't know when.
I thought I could organize freedom... How Scandinavian of me! You sussed it out, didn't you?
You could smell it, So you left me on my own, To complete the mission. Now I'm leaving it all behind.
I'm going hunting. I'm the hunter, I'm the hunter. I'm going hunting. I'm the hunter. I'm the hunter. I'm the hunter. I'm the hunter. I'm... the... hunter...
As the walls are closing in And the colours fade to black And my eyes are falling fast and deep into me And I follow the tracks that lead me down And I never follow what's right And they wonder sometimes when they see all the Sadness and pain the truth begins to light
CHORUS 'Cause I can't see no reason What is blind cannot see 'Cause I want what is pleasin' All I take should be free What I rob from the innocent ones What I'd steal from the womb
If I cried me a river of all my confessions Would I drown in my shallow regret As the walls are closing in And the colours fade to black And the night is falling fast and deep into the sea And in the darkness all that I can see The frightened and the weak Are forced to cling to mistakes they know nothing of At mercy are the meek
