Words we wish we'd forget The guilt slips from our lips Confessions hidden behind eyelids Would you look me in the eye And tell me Does the moon weep
, words we wish we'd forget The guilt slips from our lips, confessions hidden behind eyelids Would you look me in the eye And tell me does the moon weep
screams.. please Take my hand 'n join me... too soon its clutches gleams Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee Death be damned... life
family, that's my word Livin on the corner left that life on the curb I'ma protect my family, that's my word (No need to get around I got that good stuff
. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin ol balance. One hand on my money, on hand on my buddy, That's the AK47
my own Creek blood The odyssey of your life A motherless child , you were torn from your home By decree of the county affairs Good Christians, they
am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there
when it comes to makin' love all night Throw your butterscotch body beneath the red light Blaze it up girl, i'm a lace it real tight Go deep 'til the full moon
the middle of the night, you can do it so right You could feel real good, lay your head back Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good And tell
Postman handed me a little red letter Like the kind she use to five me back when we were still together Show how she cared, I knew that writing anywhere
it comes to makin' love all night Throw your butterscotch body beneath the red light Blaze it up girl, I'm a lace it real tight Go deep 'til the full moon
the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons. I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought
of blasphemous Bill MacKie Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
I gotta tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my
SIN! The girl in the bloody dress She's hiding her hands in the dark The girl in the bloody dress Carrying the devil's mark I see the moon in the black
always their advice. So be nice, Cinderella, Good, Cinderella, Nice good good nice- [FLORINDA] Tighter! [CINDERELLA] What's the good of being good
