me and my guitar, Life passed me by, left me here on my own, Just me and my guitar, All along I've been told, over and over again, How to run my life
And if you want to, well you can cream on me I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement When you drunk my health in scented Jasmine tea And you knifed me in my
And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh, it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar
save it I run amuk demanding my opinion you make it The critic'll get the didick and if you got it then stay with it You never knew me but you flew me
All alone I sit at home With my chrome guitar Even Michael Mouse He has a house with someone there You handsome bitch, you movie twitch And seranade
. Well don't believe in what you see. And don't believe in what you hear. Don't you worry, it's only me. And I am the sum of all your fears. Well,
5:30 mass early Saturday night Ring, ring, ring goes the telephone Tell my little lambs that I'm on my way home Stop by the shop and get a bottle to
playing my heart. Electric guitar, electric guitar, electric guitar. Electric guitar, electric guitar, electric guitar. It kills me that I can't be with you, thought I was the key you
and I will never be the same So break these chains Straps so tight they're cutting me Cuts so deep they make my heart bleed Only you could set me free All
' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car They didn't know me back in '92, with my pawn shop guitar And the holes in my boots, didn't see
to blame. I can hear the loud guitars, screaming at the crowd. All the people gathered in the park, standing tall and proud. Chorus: Won't you Let the
, in the neon light display I see all the ugly scars that illuminate my day And hail the promised land, as it upped and gone to bed Bleeding hearts and
's what makes you thirsty Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps As you're kicking up the dust And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you
but Hey Mrs. Potter, won't you talk to me? All the blue light reflections that color my mind when I sleep And the lovesick rejections that accompany the company I keep All
whine and hit my parentals I must be emo Me and my friends all look like clones I must be emo My parents don?t get me ya know They think I?m gay
my parentals I must be emo Me and my friends all look like clones I must be Eee-Mo My parents just don't get me, you know. They think I'm gay just because
you bother me You're so damn annoying Irritating you are, you're so irritating Whenever you start yelling My ears begin to bleed I don't wanna listen But you will never leave You are my
An extreme, but excellent idea - to put man into surroundings, where this song takes place. "Tears, Hope And Hate" you want what you cannot have, you are in reach... you
