found faulty. Just give me a chance I'll stab you in the back, Please put your trust in me. I am the itch you can't scratch, Here try this dagger. Put
You can't pay this piper to play your tune, I'll say what I want so you can sit and endure. And I've been told in hope that degenerates change, Not in this
No one's paved the road to paradise Or guaranteed that it'd be nice It's just a long road hard road Dragging our little red wagon Till were six feet
in me that?s left just a mutinous protest Story's old to the critical fold* You've heard it all before nothing new; just this little girl and this is
I left my right foot in your shoe, And my left stuck right in grave. My brain is telling me to wait, And stop chewing on my leg. You got me wrapped around
