a 3-piece Wall Street smile And son you'll look just like me I said "Hey man" There's something that you outta know Park Avenue leads to Skid Row Well
Give me a minute 'cause I'm wrapped in superstition Pour me a chemical to take away the edge Don't make up anything that's breaking all your fingers Just
What was it you once said That there would be things in life that couldn't be Not for a second did I believe you Not for a minute did I believe that Within
Why not just skin me like a Yankee pig? This neo-Nazi stuff just ain't my gig Still ain't sure what you had in mind I picked it from the stench you left
Well, outside my window there's a whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones Stack heels kickin' rhythm of social circumcision
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain The wind would whisper and I'd think of you And all the tears you cried, that called my name And when you needed
Check out Clementine Cleanin' needles in her wine Your face down in her one-eyed world With her brain-dead valentine She'll be your zombie, your livin
She caught the melting sky It burned but still the winter passes by and by To the other side A slow parade of wind That blows through threes That wilted
Slowly I heal the love that's found it's way Onto another path in times of change Crossing a bridge unknown Hoping our strength will hold Should they
Tricky little Vicky walks along south street She learned her French from the boys that she'd meet I gotta laugh when I hear them say She's a sweet little
You got me forced to keep my legs in two I'm still stuck inside this rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in
Well I've been convicted with and without reason Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree And felt the anger of generations And been the target
Play the fence, one way you're gonna fall Sometimes I don't know who you are at all Your opinion is something that you've got inside But I see the loyalty
As I stare into the fire All my thoughts go up in flames Here I stare into the fire And I'll be waiting on the rain The box I keep myself in closes out
Remember when we were young just two kids on the run With our fists full of dreams Took it awhile, playin' it cool stayed up late cuttin' school While
Hey, six foot one and lonely Dressed in spaghetti rags Standing at the bus stop With her alligator bags What can you do? No, no, no, what can I do? I
Building shrines to gods you'll never know praying for rian settling for snow. Spinning out of know your name? Do you even care? times to beats impaired
peel me like dead skin hate to the bone drag you through my field of thorns and drop you like a stone hold me under water kick me to the curb all my wolves