Motherfucker

Force fed more than we eat in the wild. Grazed on a mash that can suffocate a child. Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomped style. Moistened in the feed while we choke upon the bile.

Midnight Cowboy

Midlife Crisis

Go on and wring my neck. Like when a rag gets wet. A little discipline. For my pet genius. My head is like lettuce. Go on dig your thumbs in. I cannot stop giving.

Midlife Crises

Go on and ring my neck. like when a rag gets wet. a little discipline. for my pet genius. my head is like a lettuce. go on and dig your thumbs in. I cannot stop giving.

Matador

When your soul stood over me. A future shadow. He boasted and sang to me. Farewell, so long. I'll awake you from this living sleep. We'll walk the shore, where you were born.

Mark Bowen

Love...it's a beginning. A justifiable means to an end. And happiness, that triumphant feeling. Only comes from within. But ...you'll...never make the grade.

Malpractice

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------. (p) Faith No More. . Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;. Mike Patton: Vocals >.

Maybe

Times like these are dangerous. And I've noticed. You speak with your agenda. I never knew you, You're lost. I'm so afraid to keep you. And it might be my demise, But I see.

Midnight At Koko

Just another suicide,. Lord know the ladies cried.. Notrogen and dirty knees,. We're all making love in balconies.. . Midnight at KOKO,. You get where you got to go..

Muted Land

(Words written by Grandfather Lloyd Richards, 1929). There was a friend upon whom once Nature played her joke. She gave him width instead of height. and hands too large for chivalry.

Mercyground

Air-built madness: unfamiliar charm. Hides in the softest eyes. And ponderous smiles manifest denial. But heavy heartless. Conscious of our load. Hurled by dreams into a separate world.

My Mentor

Among the sounds of all the secrets here in private lies a motive,. And you can't make me talk or prophesize for rubies,. Cause i'm the target,. You know things are changing when in a room of one it's hard to stand out,.

Musical Chairs

You should be counting your blessings. From the sky. Your eagle eyes found the great blind faith. I could be kickin' the bucket. But you should know. I never had very good aim.

Motion Sickness

Ever feel like there's so much more to life. But you just have no clue how to reach it right now?. Sick of all the talk between friends. All the things that offend.

Mercer Island

you talk talk talk of how you're looking forward.. But it's not changing anything.. You don't see that where you were is where you are,. no matter what the situation you're waiting for..

Ms. Take

The streetlights outside my window surrender to the dawn.. A million reasons I should sleep but I can't think of one.. Maybe I tuned her in through all the voices in my head..

Me

No more. I don't need a job and I don't need no friends. People bore me to the end I wish that I were dead. All this stench that fills the air reminds me of the dump.

Middling Around

I don't know what to tell you. I know it's probably unfair. You've got to be willing to open your eyes. And see for yourself. You probably don't have a prayer.

Merchandise

When we have nothing left to give. There will be no reason for us to live. But when we have nothing left to lose. You will have nothing left to use. .

Maybe Next Time

Did you hear that?. It sounds like I'm losing my faith. Did you feel that?. It feels like I'm so far away. . But if I knew what I know now. This wouldn't be so wrong.