Come on over here boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far You're gonna fly high, you're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try they're gonna love
Your life is leaning downhill Sloping off the outer edge Your undetermined oyster beds Were found to be a hedge You caused the kids of Elmer Fudd To
We're only making plans for Nigel We only want what's best for him We're only making plans for Nigel Nigel just needs that helping hand And if young
I know something about opening windows and doors I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors I know where to find precious things
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One, two, three, four Welcome, nothing short of anarchy It's so hard to find out who you wanna be Welcome, nothing short of anarchy It's so hard to find
(*gun shots*) (*talking*) Fuck Northstar, you old bitch ass, midget ass nigga Get off my motherfucking dick, fuck Big Ballin You old bootlegging
S.C.H. und Weiße ohne W Das seh ich Alphabet Nr. 2 geh ich Szenerien von Horst bis Horst und klapper Läden ab Von GEH bis AB ohne Szenerien
deluded into despair this emptiness more than i can bear all i own is pain and sorrow all i know is guilt anxiety, disgust of tomorrow i'm drowning in
Mondo trasho Mondo trasho Chikka boom chikka boom Chikka chikka boom boom Chikka boom chikka boom Chikka chikka boom boom Mondo trasho Mondo trasho Chikka
There lies a body: cold, bloated and empty Like all the other: victims together The happiness in silence: good without pretence And the last day: with
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Your shadow danced on the side of the train All i was left with was a memory that was tamed I know there's no more in you than you The only thing that
Look at those shoes They've seen a lot of mileage on the dance floor And your hair is bad news, yeah What happened with those highlights They're so lowlife
well here i am walking down the street again like the scene of a movie just me and the garbage cans clicking my shoes on the ground like an aristocrat
Psychopathic family baby! Its goin down! Cryptic Collection! Twiztid baby! ?? In this motha lova Karate chopping mothafuckas like (Kiyah) Lord of the
Collapsing are the walls that used to protect me Ground under my feet cracks My universe is imploding Since my star died Or was it me that ceased to
Are you customized or readymade? Heavy metal, trick or treat Uh, huh He's only seventeen On the level trash is neat Uh, huh, uh, huh Teenage fever,