Restore me Preserve me Replace my carnal mind I'm a sinner with imperfections Reveal my soul Give me answers to my questions
I will not go mental when you spit in my face There's no reason for your violence or this war you wage You've never seen me panic When your living life
Daddy lost the moon rock Only thing that we owned Only way to get out of poverty Born in a small room Then we lost everything Swallowed up in apathy
Let's go out and have some fun With our ski mask and hand guns Driving fast cars to the sun We'll be blind but we'll die young We were wild when we were
I don't like what I hear That you're going to be leaving That you are going away Don't leave me comfortless If you save your life You will lose it Lose
WE ALL HAVE A HEART TO SEGREGATE IS THAT WHY SHE JUMPED FROM THE GOLDEN GATE LIKE A STUNT GONE BAD SHE DIDN'T WALK AWAY WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, I THINK
You don't know how it feels to be Me To be sitting on the edge dangling my feet Wondering if god would give his angels charge If I was feeling small If
There is a hurting place where feelings are not spared This is a selfish world we come unprepared You saw me fall You seen me crawl You wish me dead
There's a peeping tom in the eye of God's house Shooting insulin as quiet as a church mouse Tried to clean his bones from a suffer well Turned his head
Tell me Tell me - is this what you want Tell me - is that what you mean Tell me - what is rolling off my tongue Tell me - sugar coated from my lips I
I didn't choose this face Or this shell of skin I'm trapped in You're not worthy to loose my shoes You don't know where they've been I am my own enemy
I let her sink, she'd hate to wake, I ripped her lips off of her face And store them now, with her guts in a jar. I can't take, I hate the way, That blood
I can still sweet Louise standing there Like a child, she whispers softly to me She comes to me, I swear, I close my eyes I still see sweet Louise I
I'm looking for the Sons of God Manifest the inner light First Fruit Company stand on your feet Salvation comes to history Your sound goes out to all
says I can't make a good livin' for their child Ah but the fish bites good the crawfish are plenty Gonna make a lot of money when I take a city bride
Farewell my wistful Saigon bride I'm going out to stem the tide A tide that never saw the seas It flows through jungles, round the trees Some say it's
towns are never quite the same What do we have? Seven brides for seven sinners What do we need? Hollers, guns, and rolling oats What do we have? Seven brides
Kiss my ear and dance this close to me Hold me by your side until the unknown bride is the bride-to-be The unknown bride is the bride-to-be Saturday