Who's takin' time out. We'll take your shout out. We're the boys, we got nothin' to lose. I've had enough now of school stuff now. You ain't with us then it's just bad news.
I hear the call when the sirens scream. Into the night where an angel waits for me. She's lookin' bad she's a killer machine. I say the word and she explodes into light.
A slave to indulgence, a slave who obstains. A slave to your pleasure, a slave to your pain. A slave to a business, a mistress, a wife. Slave to the bottle the needle or knife.
Tied to visions there's something that's bringing you low.. Every morning the bastards are starting their show.. I can hear them cry for their lives..
I remembered you older and taller. But you're younger and smaller. So who's gonna call her and say. That you're back again?. And all the lies, they were wiser.
This is how I feel right now. Obsolete manuscript. No one reads and no one needs. . Pages lost, incomplete. No one knows what it means. . Minds grow dark, so suddenly.
I am. Down the road and up the hill. I wait for you still. Wires 'round my fingers. . Potentially lovely. Perpetually human. Suspended and open. Open.
Your stitches are all out, but your scars are healing wrong. And the helium balloon inside your room has come undone. And it's pushing up at the ceiling and the flickering lights it cannot get beyond.
Ah, ah, ah-duh-ah-uh. Ah, ah, ah-duh-. . This is how it works. It feels a little worse. Than when we drove our hearse. Right through that screaming crowd.
Ja mnogo let pidzhak noshu.. Davno potersja I ne nov on.. I ja zovu k sebe portnogo. I pereshit' pidzhak proshu.. . Ja govorju emu shutja:. "Perekroite vse inache..
Oh Marcello, how I wonder. La Madonna, she tell the truth, no?. She been saying I'll have a baby. When he grow up he become a killer. . I'm just a soul whose intentions are good.
Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun. T-t-dun-dun. Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun. T-t-dun-dun. Dun, t-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun-dun. T-t-dun. T-t-dun, t-dun, t-dun.
The food that I'm eating. Is suddenly tasteless. I know I'm alone now. I know what it tastes like. . So break me to small parts. Let go in small doses.
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At the threat of his life. He can't get a little independence. . Say your sister's got a babe. Her man has gone away. She cries like the Dickens night 'till morn'.
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Bewafa bewafa. Bewafa bewafa. Bewafa bewafa. Bewafa bewafa. Bewafa bewafa. Bewafa bewafa. A love of mine. With a song and a wine. You're harsh and divine.
Ion give a fuck about your race. I much more concerned on how good you taste, I'm nasty. Ahead of my time brother the future couldn't pass me. Thuggy as fuck but the bitches love my ad-libs.
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When I was born. I had to think up a song. To live like I wish. I had to flop like a fish. In the confusion. I made an illusion. I spit out a track. And I don't look back.