complacently acknowledge, no time to waste, the show must go on, the show must go on Their eyes, sharp as knives, judge me, hate me, kill me, hang
Your folks told me you should be left alone, On a mountain top knocking the aeroplanes down with stones. Do the whirlwind and carry the hope that stings all
"all hope abandon, ye who enter here" said the sign i read that was hanging above her bed and the sirens all were wailing but a man can ignore the signs
Young For Me, Girl [x2] [Slick Em:] 2:30, Hit The School Zone (All Day!) You Know I'm Tryna Hae Some Fn Witcha (All Day!) But Gotdamn You Wearin That Thong Girl(All
name's Violent J and I staple my tongue To the desk in school then I run down the hall Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches Which is why you don
, the razor blade Young man, hang your head and cry It's time to suffer,it's time to die Abandon you the dreams of youth Abandon love, hope and truth!
accept those nightmares. Is this really all that we can hope for as life? Is this really all that we can hope for as death? Maybe our lives don't matter
onto the side, we pray to God that we won't die As we ride the rough seas, as we soak from the ocean waves I just hope for all our lives and pray that
cast adrift Echoes down the city street Their harpies laughter rings Waiting for the curtain call Oblivious in the wings The casket is empty Abandon ye all hope
J and I staple my tongue To the desk in school then I run down the hall Scaring the shit out of all y'all bitches Which is why you don't invite mine
but here And you pray for more hope So this will run its course Everyday you move Handcuffs lose they their force (Handcuffs lose they their force) Abandon all
should be left alone on a mountain top Knocking the aeroplanes down with stones Do the whirlwind, and carry the hope that stings all night long Don't abandon
What kind of soul that gets to hell? All hope abandoned please render here It's the state of the world address c'mon fuckers Just look at the state we
hang out on the street You can't hang out with the boyz Unless you're packin' heat Ready to make some noise like the bad boyz Hope you get there in
And hang you up with some amber beads and four or five precious metals And in that black flamingo chair, you'll sit among her trophies And pray to be abandoned
again Better HOPE my mic don't blow again Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm Jet for the exit, why hang around
by No paper thin walls, no folks above No one else can hear the crazy cries of love In the back booth of an all night cafe Two dripping raincoats are hanging
