cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed through work I was cursed but still I Quit my curse found my hustle Stack paper made it world wide Feeling
my blood flow won't stop bringing wounds return to the initial forsaking city the only one accepts me is my own shadow wish to follow you a lifetime at least this kind of world
me, listen to myself being me Egotistical but praise myself for being original I sit in my own glory, create my own worlds Write then read my own stories
Oh yeah, outta my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out Lookin' out my window, oh yeah Makes me, feel so tired Outta my window, out my project window Lord
do it all the same As the actors in the game Or would I spit it back at them And not get caught up in their rules And live according to my own And
and never smiles And my ashes fall over all the things we've said On a box of photographs under the bed I will stay in my own world Under the covers
And my ashes fall over all the things we've said On a box of photographs under the bed I will stay in my own world Under the covers I
cenetries physical and the mental When I crashed through work I was cursed but still I Quit my curse found my hustle Stack paper made it world wide
I've got your letter recieved today you say you decided to go your own way I can't believe it our world was so small oh the pain the pain of it all I
yeah, outta my window Oh, lookin' out, lookin' out Lookin' out my window, oh yeah Makes me, feel so tired Outta my window, out my project window Lord
hell and gone Burrow down in and Blow up the outside world Someone tried to tell me something Don't let the world bring you down Nothing will do me
my own) So don't you come knocking on my door You didn't want my love when you could have it (Now I'm on my own) So don't you come knocking on my door
up every morning, has breakfast with his children Sweet wife smiling at him, thinks how good my life's become This past Thursday was the 14th anniversary Owned their own
they fly in flying saucers? Do they have to take the bus? Well, I got pretty curious and I built a space craft of my own Blew a gasket and lost my oil
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
fficial tour director, Electrical piano-playin' plug connector An' the slave-drivin'-est travel conductor That we ever seen in our lives He'd say "Whaddya mean, ya need more rest? "The world
Wastin? my children on her clothes somewhere up her nose Suppose I penetrated ya neck with a Bic pen With a belt around my waist like Bookmen, don?t ask my
worth noting that, although the plot was my idea, each band member was responsible for generating his own dialog.) (?): Hold it! Hold it! (?): Hey
