7 Year Bitch lyrics
7 Year Bitch lyrics
"Sink lyrics"
The Grand Fatigue lyrics
As I count the caloriesI start to feel the grand fatigueAll in vain goes down the drainInside my brain the grand fatigueIn my sleep only food on my mindIn my dreams only food I can findBehind the wheel
As I count the caloriesI start to feel the grand fatigueAll in vain goes down the drainInside my brain the grand fatigueIn my sleep only food on my mindIn my dreams only food I can findBehind the wheel
Well I got my head in my hands again
I got my heart in my fist again
I do my soul through the twist again
Head in my hands, heart in fist, soul doing the twist
And we'll be seeing you often again
Out on the streets you'll be killing again
You'll have a kid in a coffin again
I can't make up my mind
I couldn't do it cause I don't ?? ??
You can't make up your mind
You couldn't do it cause you don't have one
Don't ask m
Always Will lyrics
I saw you on the avenue You looked so tired and a little blue You were in your Sunday best With your father's tie upon your chest (chorus) Hey, you always stood me still Hey, you always will In the co
e for a dime, you're poorI saw you on the avenue You looked so tired and a little blue You were in your Sunday best With your father's tie upon your chest (chorus) Hey, you always stood me still Hey, you always will In the co
And we can't hurt you, we can't hurt you no more
So you come on down, kick around, leave em' in the gutter to bleed
Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again
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Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways
So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again
Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again
Fly away - You can leave it all behind you I'm on my way to find you And I'll soon be flying too Fly away - We can fly away together I'm talking 'bout forever This is all we gotta do: Fly away ...
I got my heart in my fist again
I do my soul through the twist again
And we'll be seeing you often again
I can't make up my mind
I couldn't do it cause I don't ??
You can't make up your mind
You couldn't do it cause you don't have one
Don't ask me for a dime, you're poor
And we can't hurt you, we can't hurt you no more
So you come on down, kick around, leave em' in the gutter to bleed
Then
Bong Tokin' Alcoholics lyrics
My mission: the commission of the dishin out for facts Cuz when I'm dimin' my rhymin never slacks, never lacks So get back to the basics and face it. The American dream aint what it seems With lies they've lace
you come on back tomorrow, you can do it againMy mission: the commission of the dishin out for facts Cuz when I'm dimin' my rhymin never slacks, never lacks So get back to the basics and face it. The American dream aint what it seems With lies they've lace
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Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways
So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again
Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again
I got my head in my hands again
I got my heart in my fist again
I do my soul through the twist again
You'll have a kid in a coffin again