Dici che di notte tu non riesci a dormire perche io ti faccio fare brutte figure quando per scherzare prendo a calci i tuoi ex quando gioco a fare
and Grace Together: 'Cos she's the girl for me Adam: Man those chicks really like that show Andrew: Among others... Adam: What do you mean? Andrew: Uh nothing Adam: OK Adam
haw! (bull whip cracks) (Adam) Jesus christ Andrew, that's seriously the worst song we've ever done. (Andrew) I don't know, what about Do it in the butt? (Adam
We'd better stop before we go Look to the left and right and go a little slow Take some time just to see If we are really meant to be The whole world
Last Friday night down at the road house Booth in the back, they sat alone Holding hands like two young lovers Her hair was grey, his hair was gone
I'm fading like the taillights Of a car that you pass In the middle of the night Man it's lonely out here There just ain't enough gasoline To put the
Who cares what day it is Or how long we live for? I need to make a judgement About you before my bedtime For when I put my head down on the pillow My
Bluebirds are so natural I wanna buy them for my friends Bluebirds are so dismal And I want to trade mine in And I don't go out for brunch And I don
Skeleton of a smoking plane Catch a train to an open vein The smoke just cleared Something went wrong The catfish choked The sky is gone Beneath their
Bind me, gag me, take me to the Bunny Ranch People dying, kill me in the packing house Even you have to win sometimes dear Poison needle smoker, break
s true Anyone could pop in as you Troed to untie your lips, but they were double knotted I tried to break into you brain, but all the entrances were rotted If the moon had minute
She used to live with an Indian chief Who gave her the clap, that he got from a priest Night after night, I would lie with her pets Like a mailorder
Frozen in time forever Carrying that torch for so long Can you hear my heart believing Frozen in the index of time They singled out my tounge In front
Hard to be a girl So nice to be a boy In my room at night Not a pretty sight Here's an empty kiss Marching to the rhythm of the payroll I can be a good
I wanna chose to die And be buried with a Rubik's Cube And sleep inside the big blue buildings While the sweet disease drives through There's a bakery
There's no wrong way to fuck a girl with no legs Just tell her you love her, as she's crawling away There's no wrong way to fuck a bitch with no faith
In the front of the line, now I'm back at home I wanna live my life in a bathtub Roll a dirty dice, and you're paying blood Stole a maxi pad, cause I
There are men in shades, just standing around These bleeding stars, the paradox Let the eyes of God be our guide To find a gentle path There's a broken
