You've got my lost brother's soul My dear mother's eyes A brown horse's mane And my uncle's name You walked me down 14th Street For the doctor to
you were alive Ohh, the hours we are seperate 11:11 is the precious time we wasted So pack up your bleeding heart And put away your posies I don't want
Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona nobis pacem Dona nobis pacem pacem Dona nobis pacem Translation
When I am older than these small goddamned hills And there's no reason for my mind to be still Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child Such a beautiful
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel, you were talking so brave and so sweet, giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the
Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you The future of my understanding of love Many a time I've before Before I've many a time Knocked a
Of Fire Island's shore Better pray for your sins Better pray for your sins 'Cause the gay messiah's coming No it will not be me Rufus the Baptist I
No matter how strong I'm gonna take you down With one little stone I'm gonna break you down And see what you're worth What you're really worth to me
Give me what I want and give it to me now! Don't be such a holy cow, everybody knows that you can't make it happen! Give me what I want and give it
Es mu? sein Wanna be a man of my word Want to believe in God No matter what I've heard Es mu? sein I must go, go where I've never been Even if it
Thank you for this bitter knowledge Guardian angels who left me stranded It was worth it, feeling abandoned <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">
don't know where to fall But I know that its comfortable where I don't know where it is Putting all of my time In learning to care And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere Want
Never thought of Hades Under the Mississippi But still I've come to sing for him So southern furies Prepare to walk for my harp I have strung, and I
bag Looking like a hag And start giving me something A love that is longer than a day Start making my heart sing something that it doesn't want to
You walk alone in the valley of life In the shadow of love under the trees of happiness You walk alone like a baby unborn Like a father unknown Like
gain From the harvester of hearts From the harvester of pain If a person should ever like a person Then a person should be free Free to like whomever that they want
Get me new faces, new faces, I'm tired of the old ones Played aces, lost cases, my place is fine, let the bulls run There's one--little Lord Bosie cut
Don't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals You may ask why I want to torch
