Songtexte:
Fuel Mess

cant still see Frank with a can in his hand 36 hour leave in the bar at the grand I can still hear frank, A screaming mess a Bleeding Flesh, couldn

That kindness kills. More than a fist could ever do. And I'd be scared of Love I never wanted. You'd be surprised at what really sits in my heart. Passion fuels

platinum - and Pete Murray is Feel it in your guts like a hit to the ribs As you listen to that television fib to your kids When the fuel runs out - the

Give me one good reason To why your so blind I covered your back again And your better cover mine If I turned and walked away Would you stick your knives

the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head it off, confident jet plane Low fuel, escort

Scurrilous, widespread death Punitive, stagnant mess Rancorous killing spree Punishing massacre Eternal insanity fueling the need To randomly vanquish

back in like '86 (Jus don't, uh, uh) People was like oh you know that's popcorn and you know they weak (Jus don't, uh, uh) You know then I mess around

look around you and tell me what you see a messed up world backwards society were all to blame everybodys out to please themselves church and state fueled

What did you do, girl? You made a mess of it That part is understood But when the line blurs And where the plot thickens Who's in your room last night