Maggie and Milly and Molly and May Went down to the beach (to play one day) And Maggie discovered a shell that sang So sweetly she couldn't remember
I see you for who you are A one time apple queen, And a one time tramp, And an old time movie star. You're a shell picker, Of the pickiest kind, But you always
The fist inside the glove Remember how it felt to be The only one who cared You peeked behind the open door The bride is always bared You always knew
flow from the wounds Bring to life the lifeless No image can replace, the dark fall from your grace Dreams last as long as it takes to remember They always
try to tempt the holistic tones Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like
land held your hand...) Oh... Virginia, you won't even re- (She will let you back in.) Oh... Virginia, (Do you remember, oh...) You can't remember your
shell Twice repeated Me then you Till your left alone not knowing who to blame But I, I see the handle to the hilt You know I'm always pulling But they
twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool Always the young niggaz
day into heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside a shell She who always
that a vision of a lonely man I fear it looks a lot like me Is that a man without a woman Whose empty life is but a shell Empty hearts will echo Forever
inside the mystery Is that a vision of a lonely man I fear it looks a lot like me Is that a man without a woman Whose empty life is but a shell Empty
wondered, fused to a myth that it had taken it's toll. But this Godless man has mended his way, Never again will she be alone. I remember it well, Still I always
of poison And make a noise like snake before I kill him And let him know that I just don't feel him And smack him with the backward E, the Eminem emblem Always
me and I woke up too late this morning Or too early...wait a minute there goes Shirley... The girly I fucked last year when her hair was curly Couldnt remember
shell of a used up man behind the paint will be the shell of a used up man the shell of a used up man the shell of a used up man behind the paint will
my struggles with the demon fear Perhaps you'll think me superstitious but the physique of this place it hovers about me like a great body some diseased outer shell
to gangbang Because I do it when I have to when it's every fuckin week And always kickin it with my homies But could swear they're always tweaking But