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Way Back When
Why do you act like a friend. When it's only pretend. I'll turn my back. The other face comes through. Your changing everyday. Follow what others say.
Wax Lips
"Sleep offers me fortune, and wraps me in blankets/. revenge knows I'm starving and promises banquets/. liars will teach me that the ones that are tougher do it/.
To Say The Very Least
More often a novel. What's word's owning is worth fighting for. whether it be life, love or the pursuit of happiness. mom's apple-pie. or even something as basic as sex.
The Suffering Machine
Black Angel. Black Angel. Black Angel. Carry me down. . Jackets and shoes. Pistols and pens. Poor boy, feels like I ain't got no friends. I wake up nervous.
The Rebel
Mavericks and renegades. Belt buckle. Brandishes. Baseball bats and we dealt knuckle sandwiches.. Motor-psycho. Organized deadly doctrine.. Around back. Soundtrack - steady rockin' Eddie Cochran..
The Outskirts
Young and attractive. Quote unquote old soul. Down in a cold hole. Playing my controlled roll. . The world is mine good and bad. I never sleep, Odd charms.
The Floor
I can remember being seven years old. Having goldfish that circuled around in a bowl. I would watch the forest burn. and listen to the wind blow. I remember the table, the drapes, and the window.
The Centaur
Most people are curious. and wanna get dirt on. The Centaur; I'm famous. I walk around with no shirt on. The easiest way would be for you to lie face down.
The Blues, Pt. 1
a game worth winnin' from the beginnin' of the first inning.. an essential day off since it's provincial playoffs,. and i'm playin' shortstop, batting fourth in the line-up,.
Talking Fishing Blues
I went down to the fishing hole. And I set down with my fishing pole. Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait. And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake.
Surrender To Strangeness
Fightin' with the neighbours and screwin' the wife. Hip hop music ruined my life. I bitch and I moan, I lie and I cheat. Waiting for the night when I die in my sleep.
Sunday Driver
I walk the earth quietly,. by day carry a net.. With no strings attached,. to a magic marionette.. . See there's so little time left. and yet there's so much space..
Style # 386
From dawn to sunrise, sunrise to dawn. I drop math in ya path and rock on. Sunrise to dawn, from dawn to sunrise. For you to try battlin me would be unwise.
Stella
i was raised on a dirt road. ghost town, stray dogs. whole nine, the gold mine closed down. i knew the woods like the back of my hand. and i would shoot the breeze.
Square Three
Buck 65-Square 3. . [intro]. music to be murdered by. it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it. our record requires only the simplist of equipment.
Square One
Buck 65-Square 1. . (Some mumbling...). Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow. It was the echoing voices of the old ones. Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth.
Spread 'em
I tell you there's some. Someone at the door. . Alright, hands up, better yet, hit the dirt. Pervert, nobody moves, nobody gets hurt. It's a bust, gonna tear this place apart and dust for prints.
Sounds From The Back Of The Bus
I hide behind the curtain listening to whispers with my fingers cross. I got 2 little sisters to think about. In the event that ghosts appears. I'm told I'm supposed to hear a signal when the coast is clear.
Slow Drama
The race is over and I won, these are not contradictory facts.. All that's left now is victory laps,. and I have no intention of slowing the pace,. so unless you're a sucker you won't be showing your face..
Weary With Toil
'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. 'Tis love which makes the elephant forget. Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose. Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find.
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