' jerk Gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack Standing right here with a beer in my hand And my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand Fourteen
, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Together we cry Together we cry Jenny was a poor girl living in a rich world Named her baby Hope when she was just fourteen
Central is pullin' out The orchids are in bloom I've only got me one good shirt left And it smells of stale perfume In fourteen months I've only smiled
(Lyrics: G.Thorpe// Music: G.Thorpe) Been fourteen weeks since I've seen you I never wondered, but I always knew You seem to thrive on this macabre situation
a bridge Your dick look like a little kids My dick large like the chargers (The whole team) Your shit look like you're fourteen My dick locked in a cage
There was only one solution Turn the whole system upside down But the system had other ideas I got lifted for carryin' a gun In a trial without a jury I got fourteen
to get back now, it's not too late [Pride] It's not like you two resign to your fate [Reason] The loved ones are waiting, break out of you cage [
cards, she's never worked a day He slaves his fucking ass off to support his rotund wife He's lost his own identity for the remainder of his life His fourteen
no rhythm, well you got no groove Well you got no blubber that you can move Well your bones stick out and your nose stick out There are fourteen ribs on your cage
to be free I'm dying, yeah I'm dying, I'm dying So I'll fight fire with fire, And I'll take back the game, And I'll grow up twisted and blank in a cage
Together we cry... Together we cry? Jenny was poor girl living in a rich world Named her baby hope when he was just fourteen She was hoping for a better
are dark-my friends are wasted Just like their moms and their dads And they don't know what I am talking about And they may never know I'm just fourteen
pullin' out and the orchids are in bloom, I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume. In fourteen months I've only smiled once
Your dick look like a little kid's My dick- large like the Chargers, the whole team Your shit look like you fourteen My dick- locked in a cage, right
Been fourteen weeks since I've seen you I never wondered, but I always knew You seem to thrive on this macabre situation Run at the signs of a real confrontation