poet i'm sick of your pretty lies.. and it was about the song that sang of the shelves i wished you on.. now sing along.. and i used to wish my heart as good my heart as strong..
put your hands all over me. let it burn, let it seethe. let it stain, let it bleed. it's just a reminder that we both hurt more than we care to remember.
A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth. of the outsiders, lawyers, police. A small price to pay for the dope and the guns. And the rape, it should all be O.K..
People runnin'. In the street. Looking for some. Meat to eat. It's in your. Dirty magazines. All across your. Tv screens. . Midnight riders. In the street.
What's left inside him?. Don't he remember us?. Can't he believe me?. We seemed like bothers. Talked for hours last month. About what we wanna be. I sit now with his hand in mine.
Agony is the price. That you'll pay in the end. Domination consumes you. Then calls you a friend. It's a twisted fall. Binds are like steel. And manipulates the will to be.
Agony is the price. That you'll pay in the end. Domination consumes you. Then calls you a friend. It's a twisted fall. Binds are like steel. And manipulates the will to be.
I see you runnin'. You're gone. A million miles away. But you know I'm comin'. Violenz that. Blows you into space. And you think. You're gonna get away.
Numbing rumble, countless medicine,. Depleted from years of abuse. Death rattle shaking. And there's no faking, undertaking. . Pressure point, rigor mortis.
The coach stands. Waiting just outside. Just in case the queen. Should want to take a ride. But she stays. Safely locked away. She knows the world outside.
This is "DIME". open the door. Let me in!!. . WARNING a general surgeon. has warned that D*G*T*T*M. may be hazardous to you mental,. as well as "METAL" health..
So you had another 24 hour flu again. Now you end up having only a friend. I don't wanna ask for numbers, I don't wanna ask for number anymore. I don't wanna wait around hoping, hoping for another call.
They tell me that the sun comes up every morning. They tell me that there's people out on the streets. But why is life so cruel. They tell me man he tops the list in creation.
It clouded over on Monday morning. And I had hoped to wake up to sunshine. Come Tuesday I think I felt it. A little raindrop on top of my head. On Wednesday no mistakin it.
Old Enoch, he lived to be. Three-hundred and sixty-five. When the lord came and took him. Back to heaven alive. . I saw, I saw the light come shining.
Down in the valley of hollow logs. Two lovers lay in the weeds. Safe in the net of their sweaty arms. Safe from the wind in the trees. . My love, said the boy, you're the clear blue sky.
I am not afraid when you call me down. Down the basement steps under the house. Down, down in the ground. . Black cows are limping, the white dogs bark.
Si el amor k tu tienes te maltrata. y te dice kosas k a ti no te gustan. nunka olvides k solo en ti yo pienso. si el no kiere tu cario damelo!. . Si te enkuentras sola y triste a media noche.
copyright Crystal Lewis, Brian Ray. . walkin' down dyer road. thinking 'bout life and lovin' living. happy to know what i know. glad to lead the life that i've been given.