your anxieties. They travel through scores of tangled cords, hanging like a noose from every word. Like therapy running through your veins, tapped to the needle of a
Que je suis ta premiere fois. Ah, redis-le moi, je te crois. Je t'aime, c'est la premiere fois, Comme a chaque fois, Comme a chaque fois, Comme a chaque
45 revolutions, playing on your stereo Not one revolution on the street Final solutions, as many as you want Not one solution on the street
So you wanna suck glass cock? Livin? on a Hawthorne rock? It?s a life that you can?t cop Another ten that I just dropped One day I met a busted, broken
Like a hole in a 45 There?s an emptiness in all our lives Lost innocence in tired eyes And there?s oil burning in the east But it isn?t for the lamp
Drinking beer all day Lying in bed with nothing to say [Chorus:] Used to have a life Got a headache feel like shit My life is a fucked up skit When
I'm missing some screws I'll take what's yours, your life is mine .44 ski mask and a .45 You're not going home, not without a bag A greeting to you, a
new immoral right they wanna cleanse the home of the brave for the master race of the usa it's so beautiful on the street you won't know them like a pack
I want a war, between the rich and the poor. I wanna fight and know what I'm fighting for. in a class war, class war, class war, class war, class war
you wanna make a difference but it seems like you're nothin' you start to hate everything you turned against everyone the jerkss at the corner shop all
im right, you're wrong - an we both know it. i'm right, you're wrong - an it's no secret. i'm right, you're wrong - but you got the power. what do ya
backwards: jerry falwell eats shit at the foot of the devil and loves it! you just cut, cut yourself off, you don't count, count anymore. you were a friend
foolish cause with war about my troubles seem so small (chorus) it is better to fight against inflation wars only bring destruction war will only be a memory build a
re gonna sail. no human lives stand in the way 'cause we're on our way to a new clear day... i don't really wanna die - world war three. with a-bombs
state, the fascist rape the pigs are waiting you're not on your own, you're not alone we got the number but whatcha gonna do with your head in a noose
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone into a reciever with no tongue offering, little to what it knows Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall
Y yo encontre un lugar a traves de la pared, hay no asi, Sol mis pies a traves de la pared voy librando mi pesar. Hay prodigios divulgados, prodigios
