Toots Camarata / Bob Russell You ain't gonna bother me no more Nohow Love just goes so far No more Woke up this morining and found I didn't care for
Wish I was too dead to cry My self affliction fades Stones to throw at my creator Masochists to which I cater You don't need to bother I don't need to
Shout Heavy, you want it heavy Welcome to my world, feel the weight of it grinding down and Heavy, I want it heavy Welcome to my world, feel the weight
Yo, yo, I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison Word up, 'cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man So as far as I'm concerned
Two step Let me talk to you girl I'm in your part of town I call your phone and you're nowhere to be found You do this every time You be in my 'A' every
Lies birthed kill innocence. Childs smile turn upside-down. Silence bears the mark you see, bring an end to what's to come. You don't see what I can see
Step up 'cause you're the next one in line for the kill You don't believe it but I'm betting that you will Step down, I'll let you live a little bit with
Primitive nature of man Violent Hatred building within Opressed Powerless slaves of the state Controlled Sudden explosion of hate Revolt Release from
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I woke up this morning I couldn't get out of bed I had a couple of drinks last night I guess it went to my head I slept through my wake up call Forgot
Don't come 'round here looking for my sympathy Don't come 'round here looking for my prayers You spent the eighties in a trance Yeah you led us all on
Get in, get in, get in, get into now Get in, get into, come take over me Get in, get in, get in, get into now Get in, get into, come take over me Get
Received a letter just the other day Don't seem they wanna know you no more They've laid it down given you their score Within the first two lines it bluntly
I'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I I couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep When love
It's hard to write out an apology I'm not the person I'm supposed to be Cause I'm a lover in a fighters club If my words fail to hold true Then I think
I'll walk with God from this day on His helping hand, I'll lean upon This is my prayer, my humble plea May the Lord be ever with me There is no death
Hey, yeah Carjack used to fix flat tires Cadillac used to be a Benz Big joints never gotcha higher Freebase cost you in the end I'm just a no-name reporter