: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
: You must be happy with yourself You think you're so much better than me Why do you love to see me fail so much On that day you crawl back your knees
And you can have it Chorus Well, I wonder what will Get me off So I pick and choose and take And in a couple years You're right I'm left With a great
hustling Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting Running in so much work with school buzzing in God, and I risk the only things we be trusting in All else fails
guitar while you read My patience ran so thin with you Always toying with my head Some how it made you strangely gleeful To see me longing for your touch And I still fail
fail to comprehend what message is given I decline the sleight of hand that leads to rejection An attempt to find closure with no sense of pride
: [Music: Henriksson, Sundin] [Words: Stanne] For thou sweepst me in thy ribe if guill with garments forged in spiteful steel No tainted pride shall
left inside Is a soul that's filled with pride I tell you Never Again In a brave society Didn't end up killing me Scream with me Never Again Not again
? I shake my head in disbelief The killer walks again Freed by evil men in their dark charade This can't be happening A mother's selfish pride Her child
Leave the cold outside Please don't let it rain Don't stumble on my pride Take away my pain I'm not frightened any more Just stay with me tonight I'm
man struggles and fails He makes up some kind of fairytales After all of the misery that he has caused He denies he's descended from the dinosaurs Points up to heaven with
blame, shame, or deceive" The waiting lines are long They never get too far Everyone wearing that medal with pride Harpies Bizarre I looked on but hesitated I failed
the death If need be to prove that, wounds from your war Other bitches couldn't soothe that, broke from a bad back I'm holdin' you down, throwin' dirt with
: [The story of the unhappy love of the Knight Tristan and the beautiful Isolde. Tristan was a young and violant knight full of charm and pride who loved
he hadn?t heard not one of them tales They threw his brother, knocked him and they took him to jail There go another, this hustler here is destined to fail
: Hold Strong, come from behind. Take them down. Replace fear with pride, hold your ground. As I run from all that?s left, I can feel I?ve reached the
working much too hard. It was true that ever since the day Her crazy man had passed away To the land of poet's pride, She laughed and talked alot With
Everything dying and leaving OUt with these faults and you make me a baby Faking a movement by no ones seeing it No one always finds peace flung No one chooses to beat my pride
