It all began with an experiment that failed Meant for the enemy, unleashed on us Everything that was on course has been derailed We're all caught in the
STAND!!! STAND!!! STAND!!! Don't need big brother to wipe my ass, Don't need Ted Kennedy to spill my glass. Al not so Sharpton is a racist laugh, the
I never knew there were such great movies on TV at 3 a.m. I'd never guessed that at midnight Tuesday, I could have pizza ordered in I've never been a
A bag of years, a cup of tears, lie in a glass And every line on my face has a tale to tell. For, I have worn this skin I live in And so I will until
Take my picture I want to have proof of this history, I want the lake in the back and all this beauty in my heart, they like to hide in the marsh. Like
I'll take you sleeping up the street But I'll take you very softly I'll take you under the parking light And hold you very softly Just like a soul, your
Rocks and salt, a small umbrella and I'm fine But straight from the bottle might save me a little time I don't need no chaser, baby, I don't need no lime
The time has come for dreaming Don't feel tired but I feel a need to sleep 'Cause my life takes on new meaning When I close my eyes and you reveal yourself
[Daz] Dah Dah Dah [Chorus 2x; Hammer [And Daz]] Sleepin on a master plan [Daz; Sleepin on a master plan] When ya sleepin, Yet I'm creepin, Ya see [Daz
come whether you whine or grind i say whether you whine or grind can you shake it up right on time i say shake it up right on time well, the first thing
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I hold an image of the ashtray girl Of cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put our friendship to the test And late
Get on your horse and ride What she said to me you would never believe Someone should have shot the messenger Was like stickin' needles in my eyes She
I'm in the for in place with the nerd lock away there's no where in this space everything that i've known has been erase is it a fiction of my imagination
If tonight were like last night I wouldn't be thinking But dreaming of somewhere I wanted to go If tonight were like last night I wouldn't be sinking
How do you feel? how do you show? what makes you happy? and how do you know? How do you laugh? how do you smile? How do you feel, with tears in your
I talk to myself, with my melancholic point of view, I drift to nothingness, wondering what is left for me to prove... I'm Kicking myself, my bruises