Small Town Boy
You leave in the morning With everything you own In a little black case Alone on a platform The wind and the rain On a sad and lonely face Mother will never understand Why you had to leave For the love that you need Will never be found at home And the answer you seek Will never be found at home Pushed around and kicked around Always a lonely boy You were the one That they'd talk about around town As they put you down And as hard as they would try They'd hurt to make you cry But you'd never cry to them Just to your soul No you'd never cry to them Just to your soul Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 11, 2025
World war archives fill the offices of the cold war parties to research the psycho base in the influence and cause they need free young slaves Teenage temples spread their wings fly to young men's shore to send information vibes to let us know much more. This is the film where the children shoes burn where the windy hills of clothes smoke in the autumn rain Once upon a time? No it's yet today. High tech preachers shake their legs in an ethic scene New religions leave this ball with pillar feet on screens Ride your way my love machine Conscience, break my stones Give me the sixth sense for words and the wide wave phones Ride your way my love machine Conscience, break my stones Give me the sixth sense for words and the wide wave phones Teenage temples spread their wings fly to young men's shore to send information vibes to let us know much more. Ride your way my love machine Conscience, break my stones Give me the sixth sense for words and the wide wave phones Ride your way my love machine Conscience, break my stones Give me the mechanic sting and the wide wave phones
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 11, 2025
Electric Scum [Klemp , Lubitzki] I walk through the buildings of the capital hills, Walk through the sightseeing floor, the escalator was filled with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering mall which spot the label signs on, on the wall A blister infect is crawling out of the roofs, out of the brain soups and holds the white flag against the pain in the amount of business and money instinct lurks the most though and resistant brain I asked every prowler that I met in our loose youth They talk of disaster and band politic mood I'm not alone in the desert of freaks in this town as a long legged lowlive in my gown Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, almost a design Just the look in oneself can change the bad times Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, just the look can change these times Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, almost a design Just the look in oneself can change the bad times Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime This is my tent, just the look can change these rhymes
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 11, 2025
You leave in the morning With everything you own In a little black case Alone on a platform The wind and the rain On a sad and lonely face Mother will never understand Why you had to leave For the love that you need Will never be found at home And the answer you seek Will never be found at home Pushed around and kicked around Always a lonely boy You were the one That they'd talk about around town As they put you down And as hard as they would try They'd hurt to make you cry But you'd never cry to them Just to your soul No you'd never cry to them Just to your soul Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 11, 2025