shell The journey will be long So I filled the hole with peppermints And creamy pink blanc-mange I sailed away for fifteen days It never once got dark And came upon two large houses
Translation: Traffic. Traffic House For Everyone.
Translation: Traffic. House For Everyone.
the journey will be long So I filled the whole with peppermints and creamy pink blanc-mange. I sailed away for fifteen days, it never once got dark And came upon two large houses
traffic tie-ups anywhere Don't have to wait for a seat at the movie Hey, everybody's out of town Seems like, I'm the only one around. Everyone's moved
through the window, the houses Are empty, hey, everybody's out of town Seems like I'm the only one around All of the streets are bare No traffic tie-
, a pocket full of scars. But the face stays painted on for everyone to gaze upon continuing the bad dream till he wakes up gone. Chorus--two voices intertwined One for
Lookin' for a little peace? Maybe some days you don't need to hear the truth There's a place for every war and every other tear A place for everyone and
left the scene of the crime 2 murders uncalled for, doing no time I'm a gangster on the run my solutions a gun And I'll beat up your momma just for fun
To Be A Stoner. Yes I Am, For The Rest Of My Days. I Started Smokin Weed At The Age Of 18, I Moved Out My House Started Writing Rap Beats. I Moved
space on the waterfront, picked up my guitar and started to play Alone I sang for the people that I knew, for my friends and family, and for them I
. I could sit on any step. and all angry clouds were made by me. i had been kicked out of hippy houses all over seattle. the house on john street. 6th
serve (the housing plan's provided) your friends and family get what they deserve (classes remain divided) the priest is praying for losing faith in the world (''cause everyone
city is chorded there's rhythm in the traffic Spokes in the wheels wherever you go I'm just one exception to be sitting here Trying to carve out some kind of a home Everyone
for hard times Then sold by the half acre lot overnight The houses went up and the trees were cut down And there went the finest deer hunting around Lord, everyone
was nearly crazy And I was clearly crazy [Deacon the Villain] On I-85 North, going nowhere Would hit the 400, but I ain't got money for the toll there Traffic
disturbing tendency for girls, much like their dear friend Sandy - they quietly disappear from the underwood around their 12th or 13th birthday. The sisters brace themselves for
