who mattered to me Creep around your house because you hate your family But I have lost the only one who mattered to me Lights are very low because you hate your body
Translation: Upper Room, the. Your Body.
one who mattered to me Creep around your house because you hate your family But I have lost the only one who mattered to me Lights are very low because you hate your body
The upper lip remains short The teeth are too small The eyeside is green The hair long and black Still coming through Still coming through She knows this room
Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees a bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they
before, I've been you and more I was the one bearing the pitcher of water I rent the large upper room, furnished with tidings of your doom Or pleasure
Lyrically incinerate your body and recreate you To destroy the power that mentally incarcerates you Cause even though I rip it better I could not forsake you Your
a Boyscout knife. The neighbors stared From their windows. "Look at me!" I screamed "I fuck your neighborhood pets!" I went home and hid inside my room
awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board, she said "this is less of a 'fixer-upper' than my last bar". funny, you're less of a 'fixer-upper' than
will like my sense of humor You will be addicted to my smile Laughing all the while And I will end each conversation I will leave the room with upper
the back end of 94 to 98 the sixth) and now to explain. And now for a message in a room with access to all in San Francisco Voice 2: Another crooked
ha Politix, heh heh Check it out Check it, check it Yo, I grab mothaf***** and throw 'em across the room Hit 'em with the boom, bam, Gotti Might body
people quiet was ugly Yellin', "Get money", now we're showin', we're dummy Still doin' shows where the spots be bummy Roaches in the dressin' room, I'm thinkin' of a better room Maybe The Upper
had her awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board She said, "This is less of a fixer-upper than my last bar." "Funny, you're less of a fixer-upper
on behalf of his soul Ah'd be beholdin to ya all For a lil information, just a little indication Just who'll dig the hole? When ya done ransackin' his room
