found stream There were an offense on the trees We found their club so easily We ripped up everything We showed no mercy We painted lightening bolts And we left
from the mother In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell I am a-tryin' to love my neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going
me so I'll be ski'n with my mask on; ski money gets my blast on, in a major way So my paper stays stacked, way back behind some boxes In that (?) wait
When I was but a young man I was wild and full of fire A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire I ran away from home and left my mother
lovesick car-salesman's wrist. you press on... a soft bicycle wheel chained up behind a savage looking pair of women's dress shoes, abandoned to the left
the mother In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell I am a-tryin' to love my neighbor and do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well