forget your face Can I swallow this bottle whole? 'Cause I'd rather be dead than make more mistakes Today I couldn't stay awake Feels like I'm drowning in this firewater
forget your face? Can I swallow this bottle whole 'Cause I'd rather be dead than make more mistakes? Today I couldn't stay awake Feels like I'm drowning in this firewater
Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born By the light of a cold television And I remember the boss in his uniform As he marched from the field
Well if I was a satellite I'd watch you when you sleep And if I was an undertow I'd drag you to the deep And if I was a prison I would hide you in
Tod: I'm a bad, bad boy Everybody tells me so I'm a bad, bad boy I get caught with all the wrong faces Jennifer: I'm a bad, bad girl I read it on the
Ain't nothing like it When it's twisting and reeling They'll put the boot right in your eye Because when the floor turns into wall And then the wall
In the cold hard light of day Do you like the face you see? Ain't it hard sometimes to say That your eyes have atrophied? Because the heart is a slippery
Call me a cab and I'll tip the undertaker That fool couldn't tell a real stiff from a faker Well I ain't no fool, I just play one on TV Cause misery
Slung from the hoary heavens With disbelief suspended On a shining pendulum of faith Hanging half awake and dreaming Of burning cities gleaming
You never would believe The things that I have seen In my professional career Well people can be cruel But honestly I never meant to hurt you I'
I'm a bad, bad boy Everybody tells me so I'm a bad, bad boy I get clocked with all the wrong faces I'm a bad, bad girl I read it on the bathroom
Moon's throwing daggers At the targets on the street Trucks wipe the sweat out of their eyes The brain is making promises The body cannot keep You
Maybe I could be a billionaire If I wasn't always broke And I could be a comedian If I wasn't such a joke Guess I knew it all along Being born's where
You: back on the town Skulking around Looking for something that you lost What was the price? And who paid the cost? And I'm watching.. You: hard
How many time do I have to lie Before you believe me? And how many time do you have to beat me Before I learn how to play? And where are the authorities
All the locks are broken Everything's been stolen Hold on, Slow John All she left you was a slogan Now your heart is breaking Lonesome and forsaken
Well, I don't know where I am but I know my destination (3x) Knock 'em down, Christian soldiers, knock 'em down Well the devil likes his liquor and
Johnny wiped out He can't walk He's got a prosthetic hip (yeah yeah) And Jenny don't care She can't talk She got Prozac 'scrip' (oh no) And daddy
