Running blind to satisfy believing that we life forever and forget about the next suprise causing us into a stormy weather While taking everything granted
this guitar i'm holding is my only friend so i sit alone in the dark in my room again headlights flash upon my wall, mind's wandering i crack a smile
it doesn't make you a slut cuz baby you can fuck whomever you want it just makes it more complicated but thats a lot of sex thats sixty-four dicks before
Oh how I wish that you were here with me To listen to the stupid song I sing Adjectives and nouns for all to hear From an oxymoron to your ear You're
let's not be friends cuz then we could never fuck haven't you figured it out by now? or are you that much of a shmuck? do whatever you want to do just
She'd shake it up Was hard to make out Now it's plain to see I couldn't cook to save myself Found my life a recipe I Never looked at her this way before
five thousand twenty six miles from somewhere side of the road motel sixteen hours in the van today more stories than one man could tell america's as
across a bridge up on the second floor me on the couch you on the bed you told me about your lovers i can't remember all the dumb things i said lighters
got a friend who's small in size a fucked up afro is his only disguise him and jason, they play the guitar if they could find a drummer they would go
i admit its true i still like motley crue metallica and the number of the beast cuz faster pussycat rocks and so does judas priest i love the spandex
You used to sing to me Through fits of irony Back before the war between the Spanish and Americans You used to wear my clothes And read to me from those
't believe me you can find out for yourself wo-oh, wo-oh, walk all over you here she comes walking oh so smart she's got everything you know diesel boy
Dear John, The Dakota's looking beautiful today Azure blue and lonesome gray And a view of Central Park Mr. Salinger's Masterpiece of anarchy A photo
this song is short so your attention won't be required long its just a couple of major chords and a c minor its more than halfway thru only six or seven
she boards a one way train she's leaving home again maybe this time she'll be strong enough tears fill up her eyes as her kids wave their goodbyes maybe
All I need Is 43 seconds Just a couple of stupid lines And maybe a couple of words that rhyme Cuz if I had Just 43 seconds Of your so-called precious
Hola Senor Please pour me one more I can still feel my fingers I've only stumbled in For a tonic and gin And some hurt in the morning So turn me up and
he read every issue of punk planet with a tissue bad reviews of his favorite band made him cry and he could hardly believe that jawbreaker signed to