Come, come Come your darkness Come, come Come your private storm, come, come Your dark floods rising I'll be here I'll be here I'll be here
Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with the good publicist Maybe tomorrow statues are insecure without their friends Go ask the frog what the scorpion
We hide As their sidewalks crawl diseased The ever-shopping hopping fleas Their engines hum the suns reprise We rise To skies punctured with stars She
be around High hopes Just need a little time and I'll be alright High hopes Ooh, hoo, high, high, high High hopes It's so hard to let go High hopes
not my style as you can see, fuck it that's not me it's like every time I turn on the box I gotta watch another manufactured band that sucks cock gotta
bad that I can't feel I was a happy idiot now I'm in a world of shit thanks a lot, I needed that now will you stop kicking my ass? now I feel like morrissey band
Wake up with a call, throw my luggage in the hall Go down to the desk, pay for alcohol Jump into a car, hope we make the plane in time Smile for all
this song for you this one goes out to my band and to our crew no better thing to do I give it up to my band and to our crew It's been a long, long time
on both feet Tippy-toed across the continent, on the dope beat Settled in the mainland ghetto by the sand trap Rocked to a handclap until I got my band
to set home or off of the dome Because wigs are known to be SPLIT And a, fan is known to be hit with shit Rubber band flows that snap back in place Rap
I say a prayer before I die hoping that there's some time left I never doubted her existence with every secret that I kept I say a prayer before I die hoping
fast? now you'll regret this opportunity you could've have I wonder Will I always be that taken? I never Ask anything from anyone Just another nameless band With no hope
? hope you can take it, put a band aid over and then move on, girl don't wait don't wait two strokes Put a band aid over ya, put a band aid over ya
the wall! Up against the wall, Laugh when the motherfucker fall These fools can't rap at all I never buy your tune from The Neptune When they beat come on I hope
pioneers records And there will be a poetry spoken silently between me and the stereo I'll work mornings and you can work through the night Mary, there is no hope
the dancehall floor Played the fair in Minnesota I wish we could've played one more We hope you remember, we're just the boys in the band And what keeps