When a song A song can touch a nation Doesn?t that say something? Isn?t that a miracle? When a mother can womb a child Doesn?t that say something? Isn
The country is FUCKED! We?ve got a maniac running the lines, Writing the headlines, Keeping the fire burning Incessantly fanning the flames Flames of
I?m here to tell you that I want you to know That left in your wake this is the boat I now row A boat that was built on the most precious of principle
Increasing volume calls for decrease in gain he said, ports screaming A never knowing coming turning event Cyclical as the life I?ve spent A life spent
We?ve sent our own on a mission We vote our sons to die Well I can never fucking fathom anybody's savior sending them to murder a nation Start a rebellion
Walk and roll with the punches I?ll keep on walking The future awaits my reply, move forward or turn my back on the healing hand of time I feel fine,
Solace in the shape of a night, A night which dines upon iridescent light A fly?s eye view will do me fine to sort the matter I couldn?t creep around
like a mortal stake so vindictive Your love's slipping away Violins, into this ashtray life Violins, the butt of your sick joke Violins, I'm trying hard to let you go Violins
a mortal stake so vindictive Your love's slipping away Violins, into this ashtray life Violins, the butt of your sick joke Violins, I'm trying hard to let you go Violins
Nowhere you'd rather be than fifteen blocks away Tonight you're embracing it, tomorrow, who's to say Deem love unconditional but the real world don't
laws And all we needed was a net To break our fall They're searchin' for diamonds They're grabbin' at straws Sex 'n sin Sax 'n violins It's hell Wooden
Sunken are the eyes of my creation into a glass containing smelly puss Whatever sense of gratitude I may have felt It went away too soon He was your
You couldn't possibly understand what I'm going through? I hope someday you'll have, better for you. In feeling sorry for you. I don't feel sorry for
band just turned a lonely shade of blue As they start to play our favorite song in memory of you I hear those sad violins... Now all I hear is sad violins
Made him bad friends Cold blooded, warm hearted violin Hooked on high speed energy Cold blooded, warm hearted violin Cats gut pumpin? adrenalin Warm blooded, cold hearted violins
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
You got me running You got me hiding No sympathy For your symphony of lieing Violins They'll be playing playing On your grave They'll be playing playing Violins
a dream It's like no time apart is a sweet feeling I hear soul violins when you walk through the door Love all over again, even more than before Sweet soul violins