sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went sour [Chorus]2x [Verse Three] I planned this and I done planned that But every time it go sour, I can
: Hand me down another whiskey sour I'm a willing victim to its spell And I just can't rebel I'm far too thirsty and too tired Hold me like you'd hold
For the sour milk-cow blues You like your coffee just a little too sweet Without your sugar life is incomplete And everybody says watch out yeah For the sour
off the ride now i'm the only sour cherry on the fruit stand, right ? am i the only sour cherry on the fruit stand ? if i'm the only sour cherry on
sour, we smoking sour We smoking sour, we smoking sour We smoking sour diesel, like everydayyy We smoking sour, we smoking sour We smoking sour, we smoking sour
in the past I know you love me Loved me like a piece of trash But at first you were so sweet Couldn't go without seein your face for an hour So sour It
Seed, gotta let it grow Why ya gotta watch when I let it feed? Better look into the mirror For the face you hide away, everyday But I don't give a fuck
Come one and all and see the broken man, talkin' to himself He sits and waits for something better, he'll never find it here The people touch his hair
Wish I was too dead to cry My self affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to
She turned away, what was she lookin' at? She was a sour girl the day that she met me Hey, what are you lookin' at? She was a happy girl the day that
Don?t wanna listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Not this morning Don?t wanna think about the night before Or maybe it
But the sour life, but the sour life, But the sour life, but the sour life. .... But the sour life, but the sour life, But the sour life, but the sour
't get the breaks like some of us do Better work it out; find where you've gone wrong Better do it soon as you don't have long Get out of sour milk sea
Circus of Sour Holds shows every hour The lion is eating the bars, hey, the bars I was erected The poor man's expected To climb to the stars Balanced
I could be happy wish I could put trust in love Red wine on my tongue good feelings linger on I kiss the naked wind of love with sour stains on my
back I hate how your lips grazed mine so softly I hate how beautiful you look in the rain I hate how you were made for me It's the sour and the sweet
Use the eyes of the owl (There's a foul batch) The sour patch kids got me out of wack And out of gas, the hour glass spills As I'm left on the Vasey without
know which is worse What they're doing to you or what you're doing to me? Sour milk-cow blues, sour milk-cow blues Sour milk-cow blues, sour milk-cow