So young to make a run. I try just to stay alive. So deep that it eats at me. Disease, I can barely bleed. I can barley breath. . So I try, try, try. Just to stay alive.
You rolled and you sold. And you showed me all. Back in the day. I tried and we vied. And then we both. Had it so made. . Im cold and youre bored. And now we have.
Da da da da da da da. What you want, I got it. What you need, I have not. You lookin' like we got something. You really blow my fucking mind. da da da da da da da.
You're sick and tired of my bar room ways. I thought I told you not to come home so late. well say what you will but you know its true. loves no fun if you play by the rules.
You push me right out my hometown. Thank big god he had time to look down. And I've. Read your words. And I. Read some worse. But it hurts, to watch. What you love, so much.
Barney works down at the A and P. Drives a baby blue A. M. C.. Ain't missed of day of work in 13 years. He's a fire department volunteer. . He's got a yard that's always just been mowed.
One of these days you'll turn around. And wanna get out of this someday town. Well people gonna laugh you know what they'll say. You're never gonna get away.
Going out of my mind these days. Like Im walkin' 'round in a haze. I cant think straight, I cant concentrate. And I need a shave. . I go to work and I look tired.
Screamin whitewall tires and a guitar by his side. Billys got the fever as he rolls on through the night. Some were born to listen, some were born to play.
Once upon a Time in a Medieval Legendary World. In late December Cold of the Thousand Winter Season. Blackheim took Farewell of his Crypts in the Forestrealms.
Soaked in Darkest Lights. Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave. In the Deepest of His Inner. A World of Immortal Arts. . As the Cold Midnight Winds captured his Sullen Spirit.
In Dewy Fields of an Autumnal yet Springful Age. A Forest was Seen yet Impossible to Gaze Through. Within only a few Trees all Sound Devoured. Even the Open Skies Outside would Lose it's Light.
I wake up to Vodka Tonic, child support, lots of chronic. Hungover, blunts rolled up, just tryin' not to vomit. The God's honest truth, I cut my baby mama loose.
Nitrous oxide fucks my head. My babay wants blue velvet. She makes me se red. Candy coated clown sung by Ben. He's hiding in the closet. He wants to come again.
Way back in time,. In a land of tattered clothes,. Emerges a power. That only Fred knows. . We're rockin' in the gravel pits. Rockin' every day. . Cause I'm....
Death rates - 89. Tried so hard to die. Hide in the corners of the mind. From all corners start to fight. How, how did I get on this crazy ride. Ride.
Are you ready. Yeah, you think you can tell us what to do?. You think you can tell us what to wear?. You think that your better?. Well you better get ready.