These tears of sadness. Falling with the grace of autumn leaves. . I have walked the path. Carried my mournful wounds. . A burden I am (to you). That is why I spilled my tears.
How I'd love to experience a heartquake. But oh so afraid it will end up with a heartache. . These untimely little deaths. Would leave me out of breath.
Bad boy, bad boy. Bad boy, bad boy. Bad boy, bad boy. hooked on radiation. Bad boy, bad boy. hooked on radiation. Bad boy, bad boy. hooked on radiation.
Plan A: Take, knife, cut deep. Plan B: Take gun, blow off your skull. . Hesitation wounds. No you couldn't follow through. . Plan C: Take rope place around your neck.
Yeah I know what you are. Just an icon for fools to succumb to. Yeah I know what you are. A false deity, imposter. Yeah I know what you are. Sacrificed by those you were sent to save.
Verse 1. We're feeling the fever, feeling the flow. Feeling the Falcons ready to roll. Feeling the fans all up in the stands. Feeling the music, feeling the music.
I hope you feel allright.. I hope you sleep ok.. I hope the bugs all bite. And you rot away.. I hope you crash your car.. I hope you don't get far. I hope your asking why ....
And is he good to you, uh huh, alright, yeah. And do you like it when he comes on through? Uh huh, alright. But is he good to you? Uh huh, alright, yeah.
i know.. i could have been dead.. my nose swelled up to the size of my head.. the fucking gate, man, that shit was half lowered.. i did not see it, so i put my gear in forward..
I was combin' the corner. I was shinin' my style. I was blowin' my horner. I was runnin' my miles. . I was stumblin' the sidewalks. I was strickin' a match.
it was new year's eve and i was all but wary.. then my girl she decided to smooch mary.. no one to smooch i would not be caught dead.. then into the picture steppedmy good friend greg..
when you think of a metal head,. tell me what comes to mind?. well maybe stone washed jeans a mullet?. a guy who is evolutionary one step behind,. well when rob halford came out of the closet,.
alright, ralph...happy birthday...you freak.... you're breakin' hearts and you're breakin' guitars. today's your birthday and you don't even know how old you are.
I didnt think I would write this song, until I heard Asher Roth come on, and even though it hurt so bad, I typed this song from my feelings to my notepad.
History is written in blood. Its no mystery. We havent learned a thing. From all the agony. Of the victims of our own insanity. Are we too busy to see?.
Nighttime crashes down on me. I lost everything, I failed miserably.. All these things I can't complete. They encompass me, they bark at my feet.. And the days go by without warning or reply.
All the ladies in the club. Not ready to give the party up. Lift your hands up. Let me hear you say, hey. . A little louder, hey, hey. Sing it louder, hey.
Got out of bed today. I'm alive what can I say. I'm really happy to be. somewhere with someone who makes me happy. . I took the bus downtown. all day long I walked around.
I wait for the day to come. Where I'll wake up and be a star. I dream of a different world. Somewhere we will go far. Why bitch about my life. Why bitch about this scene.
So long my friend, don't say goodbye. Just give me one last kiss beneath this glowing sky.. We'll go walking through the park. And hang out in the rain..