Your stepmother hates my guts But I don't really care She don't like me coming around With my short greasy hair She would be your best friend If she
Remember me? Well, if you don't I think after this song You will We got tonight all alone babe No distractions, no if and or maybe's Lately, we haven
Hello darkness, come on in Let me light a candle Imaginations runnin' Hands start to tremble Knows enough to know not to believe What is real and what
Gotta story for you 'Bout a little friend Never felt good enough Had a heart to mend Never felt pretty Learned to just pretend Wished someone had listened
Yeah, listen to the lyrics We are the ones prophesized to return My main concern is for all of you to learn How to live, yes through the lyrics I give
I'm free, he can't touch me Six feet down and there's no sadness Hands and heads full Old and hostile fists are pounding Nothing's simple No respect
I know you don't know me Or care what I do I guess that's why I wrote this I just can't find the courage To say it to you I know you don't see me Except
Pull a u in a sexy car Got your black magic And your two dollar Pull a u in ya dust dusty car Got your black magic And your two dollar love Pull a
Don't pull me over Mister Policeman Don't pull me over Mister Policeman And what I've got to do Don't hurt anyone And where I've got to go Won't hurt
Our step mom we did everything to hate her She took us down to the edge of Decatur We saw the lion and the kangeroo take her Down to the river where
Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Hits From The Bong Pick it, pack it, fire it up, come aloooong and take hits from the boooong
And even when I think I've said it all I find a tragedy to break my fall Cause everything I love is pain in motion Its moving like a ticker tape parade
(Burrrrp) Oh, yeah, oh, you son of a bitches (It gets so fuckin' crabby in this booth, man) (It's like 90 degrees in here) (Smells like cigarettes in
Your stepmother hates my guts but i dont really care she dont like me coming around and i show (?) she would be you best friend if she had it her way
There are so many things that still escape from your numb and drug-infested brain So stuck in the mud you call a life sedated, self-castrated Your existence
Wir sind zum Engel nicht geboren, Der Teufel mischt oft kraftig mit hinein. Meist irgendwo im Alltagstrott verloren, Stellt er uns immer wieder gern ein
"house" ma poi si tira indietro non voglio prima do un occhio al tuo portafoglio te la tiri te la tiri te la tiri te la tiri Con quel profumo
You have got that look in your eye in the pinprick point where kindness goes to die I'll be six years old next year You erase me you'll be sorry