She creeps into my head. So many mornings. What am I supposed to do. When life gets boring?. . This fixation with her. It goes much deeper. Than just a photograph.
Something's on my mind. Something's change sometimes. I sit around out here and think. . Do you even know what's going on?. 'Cause I sure don't have a clue with you anymore.
Thinking about the world. And what we go through. Thinking about you and me. And what we go through. Thinking about you. And them and what they put you through.
We feel sick, broken down. Drug ourselves, underground. No one cares, we curse you all. We curse ourselves in hopes we fall. . Friday night and I made the best of it.
first things first. youe just so clueless. youe a piece of shit. youe so weak. i hate to be stuck on your side. and if i was. i probably have to quit.
Look at this shit called war. Where the poor kill and die to make the rich even richer. Let the oilfields burn. If the profit wasn't there they'd abort the mission.
Hey mom, concerned with what I've become. Suicidal maybe, satanic maybe. On drugs, on and off and back on. I'm an enigma, I'm pissed off at everything and.
She told me on Monday. that we'd meet on Friday. at nine, and don't be late.. But I don't wanna lie. so I'll just tell her it straight.. . You gotta slow it down girl,.
Darlin' I've been waitin' while you've gone and done your changing. But you know that I don't got much time. Still everywhere I go I see people waiting just like me.
Let me be your weeping willow tree. Surround you with my long limbs. My dear, let me grow in the shade. In the sands by the bank of your river. Let I drink from your streams.
Have you seen the wiggle worm. Smaller than a tiny germ. he has got a great big appetite. Though he isn't Very big. He eats more than any pig. Always looking for someone to bite.
Who's got the weed? I got the weed. Who's got the weed? I got the weed, I got the weed. . My momma always used to say. Hey G, baby don't smoke the reefer it will make you lazy.
When we meet again. . Springtime is here, and the wind from the south. Blows strong and warm to clean out your house. The sun has arisen and the lies that were told are.
Spring has sprung cause all it does is rain. Again outisde is dull walls as dull drive. The sea has called fog from the waters. City screams for suns and daughters.
Waiting. By: G. Love and Special Sauce. . Oh its been so crazy... to be carryin' on this way. I mean to say I never love someone like you. Im tryin' hard to make you stay.
18 now, you're out of school, your childhood is spent. work or war. all you've got to do is figure out how to pay the rent. work or war. if you've got no money then your life is up for hire.
What makes a killer?. Now that's a bore. What makes you scream?. You're being ignored. If your hand are bloody. Then so are mine. . We all want freedom.
you will work your life away for them. but still don't understand the system. you slave, you sell, repeat, they're rich. the money's spent in corporate america's best interest.
there's a veteran who's rotting on the side of the street. he came home from war and couldn't make ends meet. crashing down. your life's wasted away as you fall down to the ground.
voice of televangelist to moms and dads at home. who will your kids listen to and who will they ignore?. tell them lies and feed them shit, don't those homos make you sick?.