Its better to rule Hollywood than to serve in Heaven Waiting around for your bread to leaven We left a trail of headless Barbie dolls and Leg hold traps
Hide me in your hair ?cause I can?t bear to go out there and face the world Hide me in your room behind the broom, I?ll make some room and I won?t care
Hey modern school girl what have you done to me? Hey modern school girl you seem to smirk right through me Men erected statues for you Men have toppled
I charge thou art a fake, thou sulking indie rocker trying to make, Like you never meant to fuck her and to break; Her heart to write your song well
What?s seeming quiet, in private rages We?re a city of tigers pacing cages for Jennifer Our sense of play, I sense is dimming We?re an orphanage of children
Brace yourself son, there were complications We had to remove your heart Growing older is repairing damages Accepting failure A series of slaps in
When we were young, we dreamt of houses Took Madonna whores as spouses Storied halls, our portraits hung When we were young When we were young youth
Who are these who know themselves? No apologies, no regrets. I know myself less the older I get Apologies and regrets, they are my epaulets. They are
Concentric circles thin near the pentagrams to imprison Him..... Black maculae on white skin !! The endless and the magical, the liar and the gazing
Ride on, motherfucker Sister above Lead on my lover Daddy's not comin' home So long my mother So long ago She loves me like a lover Every house is
Ride on, mother fucker Sister above Lead on my lover Daddy's not comin' home So long my mother So long ago She loves me like a lover Every house is now
Avant, j?avais une belle peau J?etais mince et fier, comme un pied de micro Torse nu, pour un oui pour un non Quand le soleil fait ses apparitions Maigrir
And I?m a go make my bed Tuck in the other side These confessions are mine But I?ll not claim a word This restless parade Yes I watched it go by Through
Your coat is hanging loosely On your slender frame There's many roads to leave by But few come back again I don't believe it, I believe it Take a look
Mama go make my bed Tuck in the absurd These confessions are mine But I?ll claim not a word It?s a restless parade that passes me by And through the
You see that endless line? They're victims of our time Whose only crime was to bank on their fathers dreams To work hard all your life, to raise your
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