Momma, momma don't you waste those prayers on me. Momma, momma, won't you wash those tears away. I'm so red my credit line's fucked up, bankrupt on borrowed
YEAH! This town is going under. The temperature is through the floor Your fingers are turning black There?s a crisis knocking at your door One nine
Drunks, Lovers, Sinners And Saints" ALRIGHT! This is from our hearts So suddenly a super chart to make some mistakes We'll make some mistakes Well
I, I guess, the only thing cheap to you is your friends You can always make new friends (oh no) But it's not always worth as much (oh no) [2x] Now
your mail's not safe in this town your mail's not safe in this town your mail's not safe in this town your mail's not safe in this town a cigarette
I don't care, I won't preach it My god's a reasonable man You preach the facts of sacred prayers But your a terrorist of bigotry Fueled by text that
Old man sits at his desk One year from retiring And he's up for review Not quite sure what to do, each passing year The workload grows I?m always wishing
I don't need a generation of burning on the ledge, Don't need your ancient wisdom, Two things I'll live without. [x2] Relax, (As children rest) Patience
I think that it's time to get out My patients are fading fast the mind bruises just a little bit easier in dark times and shadow's cast What are you
[Dallas:] Look around, look around. There's no affection only infection. Suit yourself, suit yourself. Can I depend on you to surrender? [George:]
was i left behind, someone tell me, tell me i survived. don't look so surprised that i'm home, but just for tonight. with rough hands and sore eyes,
[Dallas:] Look around, look around. There's no affection only infection. Search yourself, search yourself. Can I depend on you to surrender? [George
I said, "Come here, if there is a fire 'cause I want you to burn first" She screamed at me, "I want to be desired" I said, "Easy girl, I know it hurts
[George:] This town has its claws buried in my neck This town, it takes lives, without mercy, without hate [Dallas:] The streets are in distress The
falling Crisis of life Crisis of life I'm falling, I'm falling Crisis of life Carving my mind I'm falling, I'm falling Crisis a crisis of life
I'm so tired of the stupid games you play. If I sat outside would you come watch me wait? If I had a gun and shot it at your face, would you promise
a stream that will find its course; I mean - some-a people think life is a dream So they making matters worse. But no matter what the crisis is; No matter what the crisis
this every night. Just can't see the light. Futures not looking so bright Into a slump. Well I guess This is what they call A quarter-life crisis. A quarter-life crisis
