Tonight I'm going. To New York city. The place I'll call my home. And tonight I'm going where the climate's shitty. Where I won't feel so alone. And I will build it up right from the ground.
Baby!. You don't wanna make me cry. or I will fill you with the emptiness inside.. . Okay! Alright!. . Baby!. You don't wanna say goodbye. or I will soak you in this rich formaldehyde..
I wanna rob you of your game face. So I can cower beneath your words. 'Cause I'm a freak from the same place. Let suicide make a meal for birds. . Into your heart, I've got the dagger.
There are babies with guns beheading their friends. In shopping malls around the world. Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still find time to write songs about girls.
In my dreams we fly away from all the palm trees of this place and the smell of its decay. I can taste the clouds and my wings can carry me to your window.
Last night I woke up in the evening. Just as the sun began to fall.. Resolved to stroll down the street to your house. Just to show that I've got balls..
I kill, kill, kill little girls. I kill, kill, kill little girls. It's such a thrill, thrill, thrill to the world. When I kill, kill, kill little girls.
Never thought that I could feel such a slap in the face. Since my semester in New York where I drank it away. Social strategies are taught to Bohemian crowds.
I may not be the best brother. But I try to teach him pride. I hide my paraphernalia when he climbs into my ride. . I watch him watching my actions. With those beautiful brown eyes.
You say you're a shade in my face from my father's share crops. My people were slaves before yours invented hip-hop. Apologize but I'm in on the joke.
To me the only thing left after a while. Was that night we watched. Documentaries up through morning. And then you kicked me out. . You opened up your screen door.
This song is called. It's a metaphor fool. . Sixteen names on my list. But none of them could ever get me hot like this. (Yeah). Got your scars on my wrist.
If I was a fly. And I had a day left 'til I died. I would lay down til tomorrow. You're clipping my wings. I try to win you back with all my words that you know mean nothing.
Take this pen to paper. Like a virgin befalled by the danger. Poetry was never this real to me. Well, I was too far gone to save her. . Oh Lordy, the sun is coming up.
Take this pen to paper,. like a virgin befalled by the danger.. Poetry was never this real to me.. Well, i was too far gone to save her.. . Oh Lordy!.
I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am. When I go to sleep, will I be forgiven?. And if you want roses, then go buy a bouquet. If that just won't cut it, what can I say?.
I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks. Now it's shitty, shoddy, cheap. Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat. While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need.
let me tell you about the love i have. cause it's growing by the moment. and i'd murder you to hold his hand. . see i don't even know this boy. but i want him so bad, oh so bad.
was i born to sink into this couch. and watch my whole world. bleed its purpose out?. around the insects. follow patterns to their deaths. while i waste my precious breath.
If I die and go to hell real soon,. it will appear to me as this room.. And for eternity I'd lay in bed. in my boxers, half stoned,. with the pillow under my head..