Grinding on his teeth as he heads out west With a pistol on his hip And a bullet in his chest The sun cracks its whip Sweat drips stings his eyes Reality
Fuck it man (Funny, man?) I've been told All that glitter is not gold And gold is not reality, Momma, real is what you laid on me
La la la la (repeat throughout song)
Nobody knows The trouble I see Nobody knows my sorrow [Repeat] (Thanks to SVR for these lyrics)
Open your eyes (2x)
The original king stuffing! Lick the skin man!
(Instrumental)
Back down And touch The door is shut In the end You're just too close There's no-one here There's no-one there I still can't tell Try this And
You can't change without someone's shadow 'Cuz then it's gone when you still shine You can't change to solve somebody's name Don't blink until you're
Aisha We've only just met And I think you ought to know I'm a murderer Babies need blood I have a portrait on my wall He's a serial killer I thought
Trapped It seems to me the main problem my parents don't seem to be any happier for it in fact, they're always arguing discontent, want more than they
When you kiss the base of my spine Make my body into your shrine You give me this feeling deep inside One that I can no longer disguise While other snakes
The lynch mob (?) from the infinite hole as judged (?) (?) to crucify venus in cinemascope the narcotic preachers are happy high priest the mesmorous
"This is one thing that I was gonna wait a while before we talked about. Maybe we'll talk about it now so you can think about it. Because you all, we
