Wake up every morning, heart's full of pain. Looked out the window, and it's pouring down the rain. And I cry, "baby, oh, baby. Don't ever leave me again".
All this fire, this recurent desire. Face. Face to face. With the water, running through your words. You can play your own game, play your own, game. .
Sharpen snake images, unconditional fate. Inconspicuous, make the move. World is full of abundant people. Kill the ego, execute death sentence. . Execute death sentence.
Swarming mass of ignorant vermin. Floating along the stream, confessing. Praying. Dumb in their own beliefs. . Crucifixion of individuality. Superficial train of thought.
Inferiors, minions, beware. Of this depressive message proclaimed. Nothing but festering, stools, we are. Destined to rot. . [Chorus x2]. We're destined to rot.
If we stay inarticulate. The techniques of change. Will be applied. A little at a time. . Degree of risk involved. Degree of risk involved. . But if we see it as a whole.
[Chorus]. Filthy fucking slut. I will drag you through the mud. Shoot a bullet through your head. Then slice your billion dollar ass like mad. . The death of J.Lo.
Neon lights, hooker and whore. filth from the valley to the shore. . [Chorus]. can't stand it!watch your back. home invasion and i've been jacked. can't stand it!guns pointed my way.
Going no where fast. It never seemed so easy to me. This doesn't last, but that's okay. I've got tomorrow and the next day. Voices in the crowd. Never felt like freedom to me.
(Chorus). Hey doorman, tell 'em line up the Cris'. I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch. You niggas keep wavin' them wrists. I put my money on the roof and crush this bitch.
Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's. Let's go spin these right quick, what's that?. . All my fly bitches like. (Dirty money, dirty money). All my stripper bitches like.
I'm gonna light some candles tonight ya know. Can't wait until i get to see you again. It's been a while and man I miss you. . Yeah, I'm so excited. I'm in the mood.
Dr Grip is goin on a trip. That involves a little slipity slip. Well I need a scription for some friction. Paging... Paging, Dr. Grip. There's a meetin in the waiting room.
I'd like to know completely. What others so discreetly. Talk about when they leave me. Not that I notice when they're gone. . It's eerie and so scary.
I believe my destiny depends on my energy. Some go to New York to search for that battery of power. I got lucky in you, a friend for life, a friendship too great to lose.
"O where did you get yer pretty little Miss,. Where did you get your honey?". "I bought her from the fur-trader;. She didn't cost me much money,. She didn't cost me much money!".
Some memories I keep in a special book. And the shiny surface fades. But the face is still discernible.. . Some words I keep tucked away somewhere. Though the address ain't the same.
Love in her eyes, blood in her lips. She had somethin' very special I miss. No-one before her, nobody since. How could one girl have such looks and good sense?.