You take that perfect seed. You plant that love so deep. You fold your hands and pray for rain. Daddy liked to drink and smoke. Mama thought your dreams were a joke.
Watch Him while he's Sitting There. Chunks Of Fat Hanging Over His Chair. Oil Just Oozing From his Hair. Fat And Greasy as a Grizzly Bear. . They Say That Sweet Perfumes Are Made From Fat.
Fond affections are never said. They're only sung in song. Never was naive enough. To know when I was wrong. . There's no light at the end of it all. Let's all sit down and cry.
In the valley, where the moons and lovers play. Lived two children who were born on Saturday. One was dark, one was fair. Fathered by the dog, mothered by the pig.
I feel the waves breathing on my face. Can you?. Can you?. I hear the leaves blowin in the trees. Can you?. Can you?. Take it as were fools. Can you see the truth?.
You say were alike but were not, no were not even close. Cause I know who you are and you think you know me but you dont.. Started moving along but you couldnt ignore your desire.
How do I get this hatred out of my heart?. How do I get this madness out of my mind?. In time we will get it done. In time it'll feel as if we won!. .
And this stone for my face. Seeming so out of place. What you doing, trying to. Postpone and replace. . All alone, drunk and based. Your on your own, such a waste.
Was I worth the pain? You had nothing left to gain. I know I'm the only one to blame. I'm broken on the floor, staring at the door. Waiting on a Savior to walk in.
tonight.. i am black and you are white.. and your beautiful gown is making me cry.. tonight.. the stars they shine for us.. and for a second i can touch the sky..
tears fell from the sky. future was watching you and I. the rain dampened us. but not our desire. as we slipped past them all. down the boulevard. black and black, little cafe.
I can see. I can the shift. Looks like year twelve really was a conscious lift. I can see. I can see the split. a schism in faith and flesh. I believe it, I believe it.
good people with good intentions. deserve their recognition,. but contradiction with yourself. is a sad fiction you made for yourself,. so listen,. you're on a mission to go under,.
evil wears a hat that covers the eyes. so you can't see when she smiles,. good nature hangs a target on the back of the head,. he will get shot if not end up dead,.
some of us remember history,. we know that blind obedience can make a society commit suicide. . this is a 21st century witch hunt,. master of the fragile common psyche,.
with her mouth making movements. to introduce thoughts, i sat. deafened by trust on that sofa across. quietly calculating. the logistics of lust, of when.
Stop in the name of the antidote that you've got in your hand, got in your hand. Sinister people, have you got money to spare?. Allt är så jävla värdelöst, I'm latching on time.
Now this is the story all about how. My life got flipped, turned upside down. And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.
I, I've been thinking it's a sign. That you, youve been thinking about me. . You got me counting down the days,. And it's taking forever, and ever. But I am still singing myself to sleep.
I ran down south, out of the light, I held my breath, I held it tight.. I looked to the sun, I looked for a home, I shivered in pain, I was alone. But then I felt my lungs stop breathing, I fell to the ground in heaving,.