Down at the end of the freeway. Just behind some laundromat. There's a real gone little night spot. Just for real gone cats. It's called the Flat Top Joint.
zippo's toilet paper yeah thats true and the ashtrays just a petting zoo. were not gonna piss in a cup no were gonna fuk shit up. shooting up and smokeing dope live fast die young is what we hope.
dont forget the struggle dont for get the streets. you dont have to worry youre such a creep. the lower east side is the place thats true. but its for fighting cops not for fighting you.
Verse 1. Posing for the lads for a slap of your cellulite. Cauliflower arse hanging out of your tights. Nothing fucking fits u. Why no one wants to hit u.
Cursed soul bread by fallen angel of doom will return. Beyond the blackened burning skys. 7th trumpeter awakened by eternal eclipse and low tide. Voices from the grave on shore were heard.
Emily, what did you say when he said, "Follow me". What would you give to live your tragedy. There is no price he needn't pay. You give yourself away.
It's so real that you can taste. This whole world has gone to waste. You feel crippled. It's not real what you've become. . (Hypnotized so many times that you're paralyzed).
Parents raging on and on. don't know what the fuck is going on. kids are runnin' all over town. can't sit still they're gonna bring you down. . [Chorus:].
You tried to control everything. You tried to live through me. You tied my hands with your condescension. I was always walking on glass. You kept me locked in the past.
Verse 1:. Another night, sitting outside by myself.. Thinking of you, pretending that you were in love with me.. And I know I'll probably never even have a chance..
intro: instrumental. . verse 1:. This ride is going way too fast. I need something that will last, something like your love. I've had the temporary thrills.
The world stops as you walk in,. Every head turns to you dreading everything God gave you. The strobe lights bounce off the walls. Pulls you in, as they spin revolving all around you.
we traveled the country in pursuit of good times. waiting to see what was around every corner. such a beautiful summer. happened so long ago. but I still cherish the memories.
Thick as a wooden block, white-walled tire. Thin as a blade of grass, pointed spire. . From here to Burma, the time it takes to get to you. From here to Burma, how far it is from me to you?.
Once again the Black Sheep are coming back at cha. And I am the fabulous Chi and we gonna do it. Some real freestyle stuff for all the ladies and gents.
I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, I'll fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.
Van Damme. Let's see what kind of flavor I want. Do I want, vanilla?. Or do I want a taste of chocolate?. . Hmm, I want something different. I want somethin' slammin.
I've been waiting on the fault line,. Living evil take me on. I'll be standing with my dying bed. If you care to come along. . Racing with the rising tide to my father's door.
I watched you look through the few. Just like you told me you'd do. And now you live for the star that you reflected to use. I never noticed the time, but now it's start to unwind.
The moon was bright. on this mystical night. our studs were saddled. and their cinches were tight. . Yea on every night of the full moon. we rode through the land of our homes.