, Join the ranks and fall in line, It's a race now can't you see The only way to remain free So don't take trouble asking why, Cause you'll get no reply
money, Join the ranks and fall in line, It's a race now can't you see The only way to remain free So don't take trouble asking why, Cause you'll get no reply
why chorus: It?s all my head I know So they tell me so Until my head explodes Into my head it goes Tastes so good Oh, but I knew it would Tastes so good Burn
she told him she was never coming home I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head I call her name there's no reply it's not like her to
and words going around my head They're always taking my breath away Am I a good son mum? Please reply to me Her I am Burning up I'm on fire Waiting patiently
and metaphor that I be servin Goin right over their head, hah turbans I gotta (?) she a Persian And I gotta deal with Eminem but I ain't burnin' Hot,
with you makes me shake my head then smile and yawn I'm worn out but I'm beaming and it seems that we are dreamy as we head out through that strange
tweets can you blame me?? look what success did to Amy!! they couldn't work out my letters so they hung me I've been fired alive how could you burn me
this vision got on at Maida Vale And as I casually eyed the classifieds She sat down next to me Every head in the carriage was wondering I replied
weirdly, "No offense" And then lay upon the ground ?None taken?, I replied to him To which he gave a little cough An with blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head
laundry "Can I help you, oh by the way my name is E, baby" She said, "I already know my cousin done spilled her guts" Told she did some stuff in yo 1970 cut I replied
jurgens The similes and metaphors that I be serving gone right over their head, hot turbans I got a... and she a Persian Ain't got a deal with Eminem but I am burning
your shit will stop workin' Beats brudlized your whole rhyme, your head hurtin' Broom sticks and britches from rags to riches Forget mad love want y'all niggas to burn
She told him she was never coming home I wake up in an empty bed a road drill hammers in my head I call her name there's no reply it's not like her
whispered weirdly, no offense And then lay upon the ground None taken, I replied to him To which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head
for reason and purpose; Their efforts are negated by the passive observers. * They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out, Is it any wonder they
