sitting alone by the phone And no one seems to call I try to scrape my zit off on the kitchen wall Well that don't work, so I look around And find a big
for a call, you're singing broken songs, just staring at the wall. You're finding comfort while you're dreaming of the fall. You'll start to hate yourself, and
boring men in business suits And lots of modern women, too Can ruin the world in comfort Office building Walls and a ceiling And a floor to put your
Catch the Liberty Fires' catalog: 40 torched orchids and citronella for Algernon Don and Vagabond, alike, repent This shit should have been, "Beta burns Babylon. The End." [Chorus:] And
be spit shinned and hidden before the ford duster parketh, when mommy marched in, wrapped the broccoli in the napkin, for your electric paradesio after the parent crashes, and
a great wall around these stones and sticks) oh and for the record I've been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle built foundation out of passion and
up against a wall, fucked up until dawn, all his buddies are out front, trying to get what he's on, He comes home at noon, smells like smoke and jag, and
' ship gonna drown in this dirty sea that smells like shit another night coated with blood, sweat and spit wake up again with a face full of floor in
cotton sweatshirt And you do what you do because doing can start to form a habit And you drink all night long And you sleep through the morning And
so dumb, so happy i like things that bite things that creep at night everybody's asking me what's it like down there? the concrete floor is cold the walls
WALL OF THE CHAMBER FLAMES FROM THE TORCHES LIGHT THE TABLE OF BLOOD VISIONS OF DISMEMBERED CORPSES LIE ON THE FLOOR PAINFUL DEATH THE HANGMAN APPROACH
on the floor And you're rolling away through fractured life deep into the walls Cos if it can't work out what's right and fair its time to escape And
Sherwood) I've been staring at the floor And I've been holding back the tears And I'd been talking to the walls If the walls had ears And now it seems
and grains of sand Tearin microphone to strands with my bare hands Spit poems that hit domes and split chromosomes I break bones and bricks and sticks
be With aksent, thats me UGH And you'll neva find another chick with a nicer spit And you'll neva find a chick so ill with looks to kill, for real And
is so blue Where there ain't no door and our dance floor Is covered with mountain dew Where there ain't no walls and the waterfall Is the only sound around
take home the memories And we'll leave you with our songs It's been good to see y'all Can we come back again and again and again What keeps the fires
walkin' the floor over me Back and forth I followed every footstep Countin' long enough to fall asleep Had the sweetest dream last night 'cause I dreamt She was walkin' the floor