[Pimp C]. Smoke somethin, bitch!. A trademark (trademark), know what I'm talkin 'bout?. Young Pimp.. know what we doin? (Texas!). . [Hook: Pimp C]. Smokin out, pourin up, puttin dick up in yo' slut.
You crucify me day by day. And watch my eyes bleed. You squeeze my head. but I'm breaking bad. Won't bring me to my knees. Feeling like shit. Walking down the street.
Maybe she'll snap her wrists doing cartwheels. Or her ankle dancing drunken at some rave. Maybe she'll go through a windshield. And have twinkling bits of lass stuck in her face.
I dream sometimes of a brother in red. The first unborn, perhaps the son of God aborted. And tossed and a garbage bag, life is black comedy. Slapstick and vulgarity, unworthy of the name.
An entire year of you. In a single speck of blood. The gun smiles your smile. And the razor whispers your name. . They are just frigid hands. From the other side of the world.
Young unicorns snatched from the impossible. Skies precious horns, ordinary chainsaws. I am left with horses revolting in the normalcy. Shipwrecked by a face all sweet and empty.
Everyone quickly hushed up and took a step back. As Jenifer rose and stood over the girl, examining her handiwork. Her heart lay motionless beneath her, seemingly dead.
This morning ends the thrill, for you just made your kill. You took that dream and slowly slit its throat. . The silence burns my ears, my senses are aware.
Can you see?. It's coming towards me. Can you see?. It's heading towards. Can you see?. It's coming on down from the skies above. Can you see...The Lord?.
you only outride the same outside. and be refused by entry, cut down high. you'll be beside yourself, and criminal elements dig. the underground that stalemate to thyself the plane outside.....
Before It's Too Late [Martin & Ogre]. ahh ahh [Connelly]. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------.
(slowa i muzyka: Kukiz). Powrocze Komuno w gory i nad morze. Znowuz bedzie mozna z pola ukrasc zboze. O, swiety Jozefie, zmiluj sie nad nami. Wroc do nas Komuno drzwiami i oknami.
Maybe you like the chains. Maybe you like the grace. To see this for what it really is. . Baby, I need some space. 'Cause love I can see your face. So close to mine, close to mine.
You may find that the world is harsh and cold. But you don't have to hold your tongue or do just what you're told. Or you may feel weak, worried, or lonesome.
I would like to think about it. Not just take a glimpse around it. You know just what I mean. If you've got another minute. It would be nice to be in it.
It's a sunny day. But you still have made mistakes. The sunlight may not save you. Lay down pitch less hiss. Under green, green trees. Why would you want to make anybody's life harder.