Suicide isn't painless. It hurts like Hell. It's set aside for the famous. A little suicide sells. . Nothing lasts forever. But nothing ever did. It's big but it's not clever.
When you've been watching the world die all day. And channel hopping won't make it go away. Put on your shoes come and share the blues with me. . This skinny swollen kiddie covered in flies.
This is not a love song and it serves no use. But if you want to sing along with some verbal abuse. It might make you feel better and it's good for the soul.
i ain't picked up my guitar in 15 days. some music man doesn't give a damn. what i have to say. but he's stealing tears and playing games. that i don't play.
Ground floor Shoppers' Paradise. Haberdashery, needles, spoons and knives. Knuckle dusters, glass jaws and wooden hearts. . Spend your money girls, on sprays and lipsticks.
Now, Sheriff Fatman started out. In business, a granny farmer. He was infamous for fifteen minutes. And he appeared on Panorama. . But then he somehow got himself on board.
(Matraca Berg, Gary Harrison). He was working through college on my grandpa's farm.. I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car.. I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child..
She parks her car on Woodland Street. She's got a job at the meat-n-three. She's kind of pretty in a perculiar kind of way. And I try hard to like her.
I, James Robert Injustice. Being of unsound body and mind. Hereby bequeath all my worldly goods. To anyone who wants 'em. . The debts that I got from gambling.
I worship the ground that you walk on. Give praise to the place where you sit. Your face and the space that you talk from. Your teeth and those unlucky lips.
The Christmas cards and greetings are arriving. Across the shifty sands to the war. By the time I get to read them, she'll be rising. To a fifty, fifty chance and nothing more.
Chea man am like make the fucker bark (herps)dat shit hard... ohhh dis shit gon be hard. Flocka!!!. They say Flocka trippin shawty on that other shit.
The story of our lives don't begin the day we're born. It takes years to really open our eyes. Some people never find just what they're writing for. Never find the perfect opening line.
I'm fallin' for a small town southern girl. She's got me goin' where I told myself I'd never go. Oh, I really oughta play it cool. Or maybe I'm just loves fool.
Sing to me a song that's blue. And I'll paint my eyes blue, that's what I'll do. If the sun is shinin' through. I'll smile for you, I'll smile for you.
There was a little ship and she sailed upon the sea. And she went by the name of the Merry Golden Tree. And she sailed upon the low and lonesome low. And she sailed upon the lonesome sea.
I hate to say I'm leaving you. I wish to call that I could stay. Things ain't right between us. Not the way that used to be the love. We thought would last forever and a day cannot be.
I walk the path of death. Which no one will return. I will lead you to this path. And see you burn. The only guiding light. The blackest light. To you who seek the knowledge.
When we came through. The veil of the night. The fall of man. We gave you our hearts. . The watcher. The sentinel. The "God" that took you away. . Where ends our journey?.
En Evig Kamp Mot Guds Lys!!!. . Drep den forstefodte. Skjend hans lik. En fiende av gud. Til evig tid. . Hat, Kulde, Dod!!!!. . Et hjerte fylt av hat.