Where does it go when the last breath leaves me. Stinking drinking I'm slowing down. . Jesus Christ almighty save me. Where ever you want I'll kneel down.
So much depends on first loves and friends. legs for a table. and i painted my room. with judgments and doom. but i still ain't able to sleep. got to sleep.
Maybe I got a little something for you. Maybe you got something on me. Maybe I got a little something for you. It's doused in gasoline. Let it go down easy - let it.
Break it down with the tunnel lense. Got a long lense comin' round. With a bombed out girlscout. Lyin' southbound on the ground. Somethin' here I don't get.
J-Jude Judy she hates her parents. J-Jude Judy's all alone in her world. A little destructive. A little abusive. J-Jude Judy turn down your radio. And it goes.
Over the moon. And over the top. And over the people, yeah. Who told you to stop. . It's all over. It's all over. Just like I told you. It's all over.
She said she'd give me some kinda sign. I guess she did I'm happy she's still alive. Mother said respect that decision. I guess I do I don't well I'm still here and I'm still itching.
Heart of darkness. Heart of pain. Heart of darkness. And it's swimming in my veins. Sometimes I look around and I just can't believe what a. Stinking horrible motherfucking web I weave.
Circling and spinning around my mind. You sweetly, swiftly shift. Shaking the shakes I'm faking you're shaking. And you're quick to steal a kiss. So in a frozen motion I silently scream.
Hey man, well, look it here. We got Jesus, He's drinkin' beer. He's playin' cards, He's shootin' dice. He's drinkin' whiskey and He beats His wife. . And it's the same song He always sings.
Gonna pick up my bag. Gonna run straight home. When the police come knocking (tell 'em). That I never left the front door. This fabric has faded. There'll be no renaissance.
I'll never understand how the devil picks his man. Just seems to wind him up and let him go. And all his people, driven here by evil. They know the devil's on the road.
You cut me up. You Cut me down. You cut me in two. How can I explain. Or dignify. The things that you do. I am not a mess. I am not the freak. That you once spoke to.
You cut my hand on a razor man like in response to a request. We talked about living. Worried about dying. There's only one move we got left. . Well it just goes down forever.
Come On. . I see you smiling you're smiling for the camera. You're trying to catch a moment of truth in. propaganda Well all the doors are open and. you know what's important You're here to live.
Good for me for a time. All hell's cubically contained. Starched and bottled. Pressed and altered. And at the ready for the reins. The first tiny little shadows.
For a century now I've been waiting. With a photograph of life I'd painted. Spent the last year contemplating just what it means to me. Seperated fact from fiction now I can finally breathe.
I got a gal who lives on the wrong side of town. I know what I want and man you know, I sure know how. It's the other side another place. I like it there no accountin' for taste.
She makes me crazy. Doesn't have a vicious bone in her body. Well, it ain't tasteful. . She says she hates me. And later on, she says she's sorry. She's sorry.
Can we piece it together?. Simply want it to work. Right where it's severed. And we can conserve. . Well it holds down neatly. Everything that it serves.