You're the fuel to the fire You're the weapons of war You're the irony of justice And the father of law I've been waiting for awhile to meet you For
I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me On my birthday deathbed I am smellin' like a rose That somebody gave me 'Cause I'm dead and bloated I
Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep I got the mud beneath my shoes Rubber band, rubber band Gun in hand, gun in hand I wanna use Roamin', roamin', roam Get
Holy water clouds my thinking Sinking low now keep on drinking Down you go, suffer long Down you go, sin make me strong Down you go, suffer long Down
Hey everybody, where did Mary go? Where did Mary go? And where's my only cigarette? Please think for me, I can't bare to I'll just lie here for a while
Yeah, I could hide in the calm Of the eye of the storm and never blow away Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back Some things never seem to change
Yeah yeah I broke the breadline, nobody knows I walked the frontline, still got far to go I mixed the water, I drank the water I broke the breadline,
: Forward yesterday Makes me wanna stay What they said was real Makes me wanna steal Livin' under house Guess I'm livin', I'm a mouse All's I gots is
: I broke the breadline Nobody knows I walked the frontline Still got far to go I mixed the water I drank the water I broke the breadline Don't wanna
: I am, I am, I am I said I wanna get next to you I said I gonna get close to you You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too? I ain't,
: Can you feel like a child? Can you see what I want? I wanna run through your wicked garden Heard that's the place to find ya But I'm alive So alive
: And I feel that time's a wasted go So where ya going to tommorrow? And I see that these are lies to come Would you even care? And I feel it And I
: Holywater clouds my thinking Sinking low now Keep on drinking Down you go, suffer long Down you go, sin make me strong Down you go, suffer long Down
: You're the fuel to the fire You're the weapons of war You're the irony of justice And the father of law I've been waiting for awhile to meet you For
: Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep I got the mud beaneath my shoes Rubber band, rubberband Gun in hand, gun in hand I wanna use Roamin', roamin', roam
: Hey everybody, where did Mary go? Where did Mary go? And where's my only cigarette? Please think for me, I can't bare to I'll just lie here for a while
: Yeah, I could hide in the calm of the eye of the storm And never blow away Well, I'm a young man with a knife to my back Some things never seem to
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