This time I'm leaving you This time I'm leaving you This time I'm never coming back, never coming back, never coming back Pack my bags you'll never see
Lark throated spit through beaks tonight These gagging chirps were written in disguise What's that sound? Caskets floating Hey you did you ever intend
Chances are you've heard this But your headphones mute your equilibrium Hearing tests the mattress hit the mistress fooled But nothing ever felt this
Nuisance an actor choking on nectar nothing gotten narcoleptics will cut off these patients blue arms peg legged sullen drool on these words I've never
a human question, And you got the answering machine. And I got my fists in my pockets, And all the fallen angels dancing at my feet. And all your "soon
[Pink Floyd cover] Doctor doctor! I'm in bed Achin' head Gold is lead Choke on bread Underfed Gold is lead Jesus bled Pain is red Are goon Grow go Greasy
with out A little more then a distance Mad at me (mad at me) Got to affect her with her peck Jealous soul eyes But I'm just playing Mad at me (mad at
so what comes now run through the answers and you can feel the scratching get down this breed bring it against so coy a levitated incubation instincts
[Originally by The Smiths] in a river, the color of red emerged the baby's head wrap her up in the news of the world dump her on a doorstep, girl this
And i know that he's there and i know he's there [x2] you're wide awake brad wide awake brad and i know that he's there and i know he's there [x2] oh
Got to get to the head of the crowd got to get in front of a line take it like a man [x3] got to get to the head of the crowd (now) got to get to the
Today the horde machine went rollin' In sequence grasp, prepared to falter We were born to self destruct on birth row An hour glass is punctured yearning
I don't mind all these blatant stares Cuz my words are like all you People, meaningless Spineless like the mime, imitates The shrine, the shrine of college
Once upon a crime, with the radio on I was trampled underfoot By the prince far guard broadcasting To your living room two miles from bangledesh I will
I'll fight my way I'll fight my way across the state line I'll fight my way I'll fight my way across the state line line I'll fight my way way way
Sailing all alone, guided by starlight nowhere is my home inside of my mind we've paid that shoeshine boy whose buff has no smile he spits on your tip
you weren't worthy of his friendship i had a friend, but now he's stranded on the mesa street exit and sometimes i'm jealous cause i'm still at the intersection
Pregnant with the keys to your stick shift mood can't get yourself ignition can't get yourself ignition grease-stained parking lot embed and loiter bottle
