Pictures, whiskey, lingerie. Cash, my pad, and mary jane. Pictures, whiskey, lingerie. Cash, my pad, and mary jane. Pictures, whiskey, lingerie. Cash, my pad, and mary jane.
Welcome home to my reality.. So you taste yourself every time?. This your swan song I'll sing for you.. I'll cut the words from your mouth. You'll never speak my name again..
This is a mean and cold town,. I hate this fucking place.. Watch the rats as they all drown,. Dying slowly day by day.. Decrepit and falling down,. Cesspool of human waste..
Virginia death threat, Virginia creeper vine. The hands that feed intent, choke the purpose of this time. Take all that you can give, and I will make it mine.
A human leech. Foul, you crawl into my field of vision, an empty speech. Breaking the skin of concentration. Jesus Christ, you make me sick. Bloated and corpulent from disregard.
Everything you've ever begged me to be. Could never have meant any less to me. Everything you've ever asked me to say. It's so far away from the truth.
Welcome home to my reality.. So you taste yourself every time?. This your swan song I'll sing for you.. I'll cut the words from your mouth. You'll never speak my name again..
FREIHEIT. (M. M.-Westernhagen). Die Verträge sind gemacht. Und es wurde viel gelacht. Und was Süßes zum Dessert. Freiheit Freiheit. Die Kapelle rumtata.
[L.D.]. We'll take it a bit slower. This is, this is the, huh, this is the first song I ever learned, actually. Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts. Lordy, how they could love.
VERSE:. You're thinking I'm so fragile. You're thinking I might break. You're thinking I don't know my own mind. Darlin' you can't shake me. Don't let these Gucci heels fool ya.
I've been waiting for something. To get me goin' like you do. But it's fading into nothing. I need for you to feel it too. . Can't you see what I see,.
We were at the Rhythm Room. In Scottsdale Arizona. It was in the summertime it must have been '02. We got there way too early and we sat around for hours.
She's waiting for me when I get home from work. But things just ain't the same. She turns out the light and cries in the dark. Won't answer when I call her name.
This old porch is just a big old red and white Hereford bull. Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce, Texas. He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun.
Days full of rain, skys comin' down again. I get so tired of these same old blues, same old song. Baby, it won't be long 'fore I be tyin' on. . My flyin' shoes, flyin' shoes.