I would die for peanut butter. . Go, are you ready?. Start the riot, start the riot, start the riot, start the riot now. . Fight, war, fire, violence, death, police, TV, fuck you.
Here's a long evasive story. of failed hopes and glories. old chandeliers and scratched out 45's. some hands for my procession. and a couple drunk confessions.
News, drug abuse to the future. And the hypocrites cry who dies next. And I tell you a story from the underground. Nothing funny about get down to get hyped.
I close my eyes close the door. I won't worry anymore. I've been waiting for you. every day and every night. Cut the light let it flee. I don't want to be afraid.
How many bands have wrote this song before?. I can name at least fifty.... I bet you could name a hundred more.. There's over a couple thousand. Chord progressions around..
lass dir eingehen und vernimm. das leben ist um des sterbens willen geschaffen. gabe es kein leben wir waren nicht. du weisst nicht wie du de in leid aus dem herzen reissen sollst.
Alone at last. just nostalgia and i. We were sure to have a blast.. For you it was just another sunday. In a small indiana town.. . I went by the place where you and i.
I will fuck the system. . I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before. I'm sick to death like I've never been sick before. Sick to death, sick to death, sick to death.
a special moment in my life. I can't believe you made it real. a moment in time, baby, is you. you stopped this beating heart of mine. spending hanging on the line.
[Cronique a la suite du roman de Favel]. . Li Frere, Li Mestre du Temple. Qu'estoient rempli et ample. D'or et d'argent et de richesse. Et qui menoient tel noblesse.
Elvis was a skinhead. He wore a greaseball wig. Ate fried chicken every day. He was a real fat pig. . Elvis had no hair at all. He wore a porkchop on his head.
Opening Samples:. (tonight). (you must stay-must stay). (specialllll). (its a valentine). (if you got the time..). . Carl Crack Verse:. . creeping around the street one time.
These hospital walls are the palest of white. Here in this desert they're reciting my last rights. The smell of these halls. Brings temporary comfort.
[The pink hours of Mazenderan]. . Your screams are in my mouth. and fail inside my heads.......... The spirit among the trees,the mask I've never kissed.........
It's a cruel, cruel world, so conventional. Sometimes love just wins you over. I've come to life, it's true, it's not intentional. Every time when we move closer.
Electric windmill skyline. The cracking soil beneath my feet. It's pearls drenched with lust. This empty bed, the sweat soaked sheets. It's like they empty out the ocean.
Atari.... Teenage.... Riot.... Orgasmo!. . Penetration? Who's gonna be penetrated?. Penetration is when the penis enters an orifice, Joe. . What do you want? What do you want?.
Dying is an art like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it that it feels like hell. I do it that it seems real. . I guess you could say I've a call.
Soaring through the clouds together. . We can travel on forever. Through the sky you and I. Back to earth again. And we're in a mind machine. . I see the things I want to see.
I saw you cryin' as I turned away. Did I see your face like it wasn't there. . And I know, I was wrong. Yeah, I knew it all along. But I didn't care about you.