Well I was drinkin' last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal get to know her, you'll like her" Seemed like the least I could
Ohh oh, ohh oh, ah Sing to me baby, baby Buckets, nuggets of rain Nuggets of rain, nuggets of tears Got all the nuggets comin' out of my ears Nuggets
Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out Sheek, Methical Yo yo, hey yo Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine But when I take it out the box, I represent
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears Got all them buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got all the love, honey baby I can stand
The day is coming when doctors will clip off thumbs the same way they snip off little boys' foreskins the day is coming when hospitals will be obliged
You wanna make me sick; You wanna lick my wounds, Don't you, baby? You want the badge of honour when you save my hide But you're the one in the way Of
Buckets of rain, buckets of tears Gallons of buckets comin' out of my ears Buckets of moonbeams in my hand You got a love, honey which I, I can't stand
Sometimes I get too drunk I feel so goddamned low I have no place to go, no one to turn to I think about your loving arms, where I'd like to be But it
You've got the bucket, baby I got the chicken You've got the Smith and a Wesson and I got the ammunition Maybe we could shoot the town or sit around finger
Shut up if you wanna get paid What's your option? Cold corruption or starvation Buckets for bullet wounds There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers
Why does it happen to the worst? Twisted words, twisted world The kind are so far-fetched Penny in a bucket rings out a chime Time when you reach out
Madrox: Bloody body Laughing like an old man Only lovely amongst the ruins and waste lands Vision of hell Skin so splattered Rampage with a staff like
(interpreted by steve ferrari) The scars tell the memory The way she moved I'm brought to my knees I refuse So goes for waiting I fought friends from
Jack in his life was never paired with a wife Though sometimes with lasses he links He's a seafaring sail mate can gambol a caper Grog drinking hero, Jack Hinks, oh, Jack Hinks
well these walls they might hold me and the rules they might mold me but itc?? all they told me what ic?? be well the time is passing and my crime
i like my lego's and my lincoln logs my action figures and my comic = books i build a fort and then go and read them in the summer time today = i think
This is not my home these are not my friends a new place to go this is not the end closer now than when I remember some good time to begin no regrets