You tell me you don't like the taste. Drugs and alcohol are such a waste. You got better things to do. Like hang around,. Be straight and screw. . Enjoy your day,.
Heroin has stigma like meth and crack cocaine. Drug users aren't all losers, they can't all be insane. But sanity is not a trait of extraordinary man.
Light the match,. Burn the flower,. Leave behind,. All the wrong,. Why be sad,. When happiness can be bought,. For a little more than free,. Modern day prohibition,.
I've got to get out of. I've got to get out of this hood. I've got to get out of this neighborhood. I've got to get out of it. Got to get out. . I've had enough, won't call their bluff.
Now my chainsaw close to head. Change your points; you're left for dead. This isn't hectic fight for fun this is Hardcore 81. . Neighbourhood watch, backyard brawl.
Hello dear there somthin' on my mind. There somethin' between us I can't find. Can please please show me the light. Because with you I refuse to fight.
Fuck you Paul Burkette. I'm glad that you are dead. You weren't a father or a parent. More an acquaintance than a friend. I changed my name to make sure.
I wish I could define. All the thoughts that crossed my mind. They seem too big for me to choose. I don't know which ones to use. . When I'm falling down so far.
I had a gypsy girl with the moon on her hand. And the sun on her back, covered in sand. Crazy but she made me forever young. And she tied me up with Orion's belt.
Girl I love to watch you. You're like candy to my eyes. Like a movie that you've seen. But you gotta watch just one more time. But that smile you're wearing.
The way your hair swings over your eyes. The motor in my head turns. Wanting you for such a long time. In my mind, a heart, a lesson to learn. . Do do do.
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The needle on my record player has been wearing thin. This record has been playing since the day you've been with him. . No more long rides home. No more of your station.
(Silence). (Humming). AAAAAAH!!!. . Someone's in your house. Someone's in your house. Someone's in your house. Someone's in your house. Someone's in your house.
Just he uses love for sex. And sure she uses sex for love. And they're both hoping for the best. I also have that dream you're thinking of. If we place a blindfold on our eyes.
Got a picture of your house. And you're standing by the door. It's black and white and faded. It's looking pretty worn. I see the factory that I worked.
Got a picture of your house. And you're standing by the door. It's black and white and faded. It's looking pretty worn. I see the factory that I worked.
This smoking gun of a mouth of mine. Has many victims to it's name. But this time it was your words that killed me (your words that killed me). . Right where I was standing.
I wanted to be with you alone and talk about the weather. But traditions I can trace against the child in your face. Won't escape my attention. You keep your distance with a system of touch and gentle persuasion.
I've been waiting for a good day. I've been holding back long enough. I've been hurting to tell you some things. It's not the falling of the temperature.