There was a man who banged his head against a wall. He banged for twenty years, the damn thing wouldn't fall. He left an honest life. He left a broken
The elephants are in their heaven. Leaving us to our own hell. Pointing fingers after rifles. Point is lost in rifle shells. The point is lost on them
Seems the competition is sweet like a slap in the face. This is a 3-legged race. It was your meanness that told us you might have faith. Your spine keeps
Says he will, meaning he might. Takes his pills, doesn't swallow. Medicate double rations Passes out, candlelight. Appetite, nausea Paralyzes him. Yeah
I don't mind you coming here And wasting all my time. 'Cause when you're standing oh so near I kinda lose my mind. It's not the perfume that you wear
A week inside, I think I'm starting to show. I told myself to keep myself in line. Should we get married or just go on killing each other? I don't think
You're twenty or something, so keep the change. I'm crazy. I'm lazy. I fear the strange. They're not out to get you. You still want ??, ? ? ? ?. ? ? ? ?
You're at my house you're in my clothes No one knows, knows. You're in my head like a dumb song It just goes, goes. You're on my lips and on my face
? ? ?. You really shake that rattle. Mr. Hardcore, You woke up and I slapped her. That's right. You're right, that's right. Secret service, CIA. May
Ends and means laid out before me. Can't make up my mind. I don't know why. I just know... Something, something isn't right inside. I feel it churning
