suggest that we bubble it all Cop a bundle of raw, start small See if we can double the score I stumble across my share of obstacles Staring death dead
other boys who pose A silent dance in the woods In the suburb light is shown Another can of Coca Cola Don't you ever call me Mom Freckled dancing in
tells you secrets you can trust The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong You can
gotta taste that sweetness 'Cause you can't say no But are you ready for the nightmare when you can't let go Like a soldier of fortune when the money
dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith can
, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape
the pain, I beg to feel tortured Sugar and chaos, everyone else is boring Let's make dirty babies until the morning Love sick how much deeper still can
you that these motherfuckers wanted my soul, hate me till I'm dead and gone but in love with my dough, as they listen to my cd that they got from somebody I can
worms grow, dead people play And now I know it's my soul that is fading Fading, decaying, fortune I'm dazing We're already dead We're already dead We're already dead
in a drunken boat No one can get to her tearing up the words she wrote Down impassable rivers What does she care for a crew Light as a cork she is dancing
coach Every where I go bitches givin up the chonch Askin me Lil' can you come across me Just like Slide, can you foundle me and floss me Double cross me, hang, dead
t herself tonight [Dance Captain] But tonight's your sister act. [Velma Kelly] Don't sweat it. I'll can do it alone. Shit! All right! [Dance Captain
let it stand, Ill fortune to those who ignore our command. "We who are old, we are revered, born of the earth, immortal and feared" In the dead of
You'll be fine, you'll be fine Great wheel is broken, you've got no fortune left Out of the sunlight, out of the great un-dead And you can't even sleep
Did you think you knew the game? Did you think that fame and fortune's All that I had in my head? Bang you're dead It's not a game I'm gonna play with
already dead [x3] We're already... I love the way that you bleed it's slipping over me My tongue is loving the taste of? It's like a dead masquerade so come and dance
sweetness 'Cos you can't say no But are you ready for the nightmare When you can't let go Like a soldier of fortune When the money runs dry You'
And we can make it happen Get your mac in Just leave your bag up on my curb with the trashcan ?Pretend? like I seen you in maxim ?Relax with the tap dance