I can do whatever I want. Cause I am my own god. Don't have to worry if it's right or wrong. Cause I am my own god.
Are you pacing back and forth?. have you wished for better days?. have you ever loved before?. that's not far away. i think you'll find a good life,. i think you'll find a new love..
I couldn't stand their attitude for another day. They were trying to synchronize me so I blew them away. My daddy was a bitch he screwed around with my dog and cat.
I stole a car. In my head. Just to give a friend a lift. Up the coast, somewhere close, to save him. . I robbed a bank. Just for love. To give to those who don't have much.
I've been searching for a couple words,. that could grow wings and fly like birds.. And of course I know that it sounds absurd,. but when you're in love all the lines get blurred..
i do the best that i can - i did the best that i could. and you shot me down.
Would you push your mother in front of a train. Just to get some cocaine in your veins. Or would you suck your dope dealers cock. If he'd let you smoke another rock.
I tried. Tried to make it on my own. Did my best to get along, I tried. . I'm here. 'Cause you're everything to me. And I'll never be complete without you.
My life is different. Way up here on the moon. No one is listening... I assume. . You've got to go to the top of the wold to see me go. To the top of the world... uuuuhh.
There is no point for me to tell you. That your god is just a fairy tale. I can pretend he's Real for now,. For the sake of this conversation. For over two thousand years.
Well Billy is a boy who has a few ideas of his own. He has a habitrail maze with 35 hamsters in his home. He takes them to the disco where everybody loves him.
Bill and Tammy Bakker were messengers of God and the Bank of America. Tammy sprays on some makeup, pops some downers and says this must be heaven. Jim is in the bedroom converting hookers on a mattress full of money.
I am a lazy cunt spend most my time getting drunk. I don't have a fancy car and I don't drink in classy bars. . The older I get the closer I am. To the side of the road and the garbage can.
I've been told my bands a waste. And all our songs are in bad taste. I'd like to think that we hate no one. And all our songs are just for fun. But you know that's not really true.
Jesus is my savior and satan must die. This is the end ready for death. Reaper is near pity the damned. Lucifer's lust has got out of hand. Let's fuck him up by fucking his ass.
Sittin on the pot on Tuesday mornin. Readin bout the war in Lebanon. A car bomb killed 3 yankees in Rome. But I got a bigger problem and its closer to home.
I remember the time. all through the night. trying not to close my eyes again. Too many hours. in a stolen car. trying not to pull over and cry. . My eyes so red.