: Let the brushes puke multi-colors on your face The mirror grins and condones in your disgrace Wrap that silver noose around your neck Apply those
: Saint Teresa the Sacred parted us in 1783 Her body was found incorrupt with no sign of decay Saint Frances Xavier got dug up in 1975 All the priests
on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is -- custom
She looks in the mirror But the make-up it don't hide the pain Yeah, she swore that the last time Was the last time she'd fall again, fall again So close
I get slandered Libeled, I hear words I never heard in the bible and I'm one step ahead of the shoeshine Two steps away from the county line Just trying to keep my customers
It's all real talk, baby No question, uh When I do what I do there's no competition I'm number one, uh, you're only a customer When it comes to the paper
You dont really want to get involved in my life its kinda scary like a slurpee brain frezze, you dont really want to taste more than the first kiss,
Thanks to markb604@hotmail.com for these lyrics. If I'm not the crack of the cork Across the room like a four alarm And the shot in the arm Some kind
Hey mister I really like your daughter I'd like to eat her like ice cream, Maybe dip her in chocolate Hey mister on your way to work, In your Volvo
Sitting in an empty house On a simple chair in the corner Of an empty room, on a wooden floor With nothing between here And where I came from Except
you lie and cheat i might have to beat you you stab my back i might put the heat to you dont drag your feet you know you have to face me its not just
we give ourselves a beginning a middle and an end we look for love and a couple of friends it's how you see it not what you see you don't really know
may 26 is a day not to be missed no more lies just the big fat dis our shit is history no more misery or sick trickery or the current bribery for both
so what so fuck what so what if i stay up late enough something might happen and if i drink just enough i may be happy if i think just enough i'll see
i skate with the rodents run with the birds give with the pen all notes and words i may seem gone now it may seem absurd but melodies don't die our song
What will I doa?¦(baby)Now that your gone, your gonea?¦ What will I doa?¦(baby)Now that your gone(gone) your gonea?¦ Thoughts
i oh i sometimes it's time to think about it sometimes it's time to find time it's not like you really lost it like a lucky penny or your mind a ghost
are you ready to crawl on bloody skinned knees to the sound of bullets and bombing in the seas are you ready to fall from your safe perch up high to
