It's not a question of love 'Cause our love has never changed But all the little things keep piling up And life keeps getting in the way [Chorus:] Don
Peso joga ginga roda Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun With a lighter and some hairspray smoking in the girls' room Not worse than Shelley
nuts to walk away Yeah Cool guys don't look at explosions They blow things up and then walk away Who's got time to watch an explosion Cause cool guy
Bouncing and pounding, my head the backboard I need release to let it flow And I was ready, really ready I was ready to explode Oh wasted time, oh wasted
And just outside I can hear the Sounds of the early morning Street becoming way too loud and The hum of the engines of the Cars on the street. And with
cadet, with a tape and a cassette Player, mine faster than prayer, or pass me the ozone layer A better tape then I'm there, high explosives Lyrics are high explosives
a stroll through my mind Hot pants Hot hot hot, hot pants, hot pants Sizzlin' hot hot pants Hot hot hot, hot pants, hot pants Hot pants explosion At the factory Hot pants explosion
i've got my back against the wall. i've got my feet planted firmly in this... i break the surface to breath again for the first time. chill november air
The air raids at night are keeping things serene The president's men are closing in on me And the crosshair grin you hold me in Still does not propose
I wanna lay my lips on your explosive mouth ......f............g......................a...... a/asus4/a But I wanna lay my lips on your explosive mouth
You can't tell me how to be, you can't tell me What I should see when I'm sleepin', I'm still believin' Stripped of all identity, I try to sleep, I grit
High on hopes, down on my luck I've struck out, I don't give a fuck The channel keeps changin' But it's always turnin' back to you What are we gonna
This is the dawning of the age of who knows best And with each passing day I feel like I know less They say somewhere in the world there's political unrest
throwing rocks at the house next door you better make sure you got bullet proof doors more time to get your closets clean the skeleton police are on the
i'm going crazy i'm lying on my back there's an army of idiots out on the attack uniformed and armed with shotguns full of shit you better run or else
This is filthy, this is fucking insane This is filthy, this is fucking insane This is filthy, this is fucking insane This is filthy, this is fucking insane
Give us this day our daily dead Keep it in the news 'til the ban's been lifted When it's given a name and it's given a face It's easier to separate, confuse
God, bless the kids who never talk out of turn The kids who never learn who to live They love the kids who keep their hands to themselves And take just
