Swing low, sweet cherry make it awful it's your life, it's your party, it's so awful let's start a fire let's have a riot! yeah it's awful it was punk
Mother will you take me down? I have become so afraid Mother please, please take me down Sorry, your boy is not brave Child just hold on. Night will soon
Oh, make me over I'm all I want to be A walking study In demonology Hey, so glad you could make it Yeah, now you really made it Hey, so glad you could
Ashes and pictures The nations repentant The chain gang shepard playing chief of the station The theme song playing an anthem of ? The horrible fanfare
You barged into this a lie And now you're far too deep to stop When your eyes were full of fire And you didn't feel tense When you lie to one another
I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving Came to put the god in your body this evening You can't run, you can't hide Buckle in and enjoy the ride For beyond all
we escape from the house as the day disappears from the sky into night we became what we wanted to be like a dream or a ghost i collapse out of turn near
We escape from the house As the day disappears from the sky Into night we became what we wanted to be Like a dream or a ghost I collapse out of turn
Mothafucka, you don't know shit do ya? You wouldn't know shit if it whipped it through your ugly bitch ass face You ain't even begun to experience drama
Artist: The Stooges Album: The Weirdness Title: Greedy Awful People I used to like my neighbourhood It really made me feel good Until they brought
The awful truth concerning me The creature-feature mystery Is simply this In the worst way I wanna play Mrs. Dracula The challenge is tough But I know
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I don't know where I said anything like that I really fucked it up So what about you Convincing me all the time All my aching life Forget all And what
Forgive me if I'm out of order - this new 'music' has no soul. It may be good for making money, (sadly that is not my goal). Integrity and honesty are
This twisted wretched place shadowed By the utmost darks of hell In dreams of black beyond the bounds Of a withered witch's spell Where the doors surely
( Edmond Kemper ) At the age of fifteen he murdered his grand parents. They put him away for only seven years. He hated his mother who worked at the collage
And I don't want you and I don't need you Don't bother to resist or I'll beat you It's not your fault that you're always wrong The weak ones are there
You've heard these words because they're written on my face Like they were carved in stone that time cannot erase. What secrets lie behind an awful shade