My face is horrid and I’m constantly slouching My place is lower and I’m constantly crouching I don’t believe it – I saw the man again And he won’t hear
So now I'm holding in my sides And my bags are over spilling This leads me to think My guts have started to boil And my stomach keeps on spinning Thank
It's one of those lazy days I've got nothing to do Let the wind blow around my head Let a cloud be my bed When the blues whomp you up By the side of
If I want to sit in and drink super tenants in the day I will No-one's going to fucking tell me Jack But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you
They call it KFC 'Cause it's not really chicken Hot chettos for breakfast Make a young student sick and Did you ever think someone's trickin' you... you
[Music: Avulsed '94] [Lyrics: Dave Rotten] [1st Chorus:] Difficult Storage Impossible To Conserve Flesh Is So Corruptible Freezing Is Not Enough [2nd
My face is horrid and I?m constantly slouching My place is lower so I?m constantly crouching And I don?t believe it, I saw the man again And he won?t
Won't you take this dance This dance with me? Spinning, come on Dancing, come on Won't you take my hand My hand with me? Dancing, come on Singing,
My soul cries out My soul cries out for you These bones cry out These dry bones cry for you To live and move 'Cause only You can raise the dead Can lift
sippy sippy sippy goes the midship captain steering it is not his forte but what is devotion? no no no no no no no no no I'm off kilter you're not listening
Summer lasted a generation A generation and then the winter wind The bounty harvest that seemed so endless It seemed so endless until it gave what it
We're dry kids There's nothing you've got I want Are you gonna leave? So you keep it locked in We murder each other each day Knowing we'd never be Crow
My eyes are dry, my faith is old My heart is hard, my prayers are cold And I know how I ought to be Alive to You and dead to me Oh what can be done for
Often times in my memories I wondered again To the Little Old Church by the Road I could see the dear people and hear them
Rollin' rollin' on these rubber wheels Someday baby you'll know how it feels To be broken hearted and to be left all alone These wheels were made round
There's an old church so dear, standing lonesome and still And in memory it's still to me A place still so sweet for I heard as a boy The old hymn Near
I met a man in Richmond Laid out on the street White lightning in a bottle Discarded at his feet This dirty broken derelect Could barely speak my name
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display She smiles and nods her head As he says, "Honey
