I've got nothing left to lose But my memories of you and There's no better cure for me Than this coma therapy You whispered in my ear Like a bomb going
virgin soil A substrate for progress and disarray A spreading network of broken dreams Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away Just a little tale
going nowhere Constant state of going nowhere Con-con-constant state of moving nowhere Constant state of moving nowhere It's like a jungle It's like a jungle It's like a
, but do you have a treat?" She lifted her leg and scraped flakes off her dead feet I ran to the next house happy and gitty There I seen a fat woman
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stopping when we could, we went right on 'Til suddenly
You say you like to have a good time You're no different than the rest And you know it's not the first time That you've given it your best But for some
us all, Burn in hell. Time ticks away, faster, faster. You run so fast you forget what you're after. You make a deal to sell your soul Just to find
hay una acera gris donde se pegan las miradas del que mira adonde va. En mi calle hay un banco que es tan largo y blanco como el marmol donde iremos a
a hard workin' horse Keep my grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin' it in a source If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce And if rap was a study, you would
or beer? Water's a good idea Wish that bar lady'd appear, and come serve over here Where the fuck could they be? Still not over in the corner This nights a
's wall to wall empty cans Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the start It's fucked up that a mans life, can just be attacked Watching this morning with a
of the (C) street (F) You and (C) me (F) (G) (C) I know time is gonna take its toll We have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin and we know
Sad, deserted shore Your fickle friends are leaving But I am not alone When our love was here Who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time
's a house, your soul a steeple, Babe, I do mean babe. Painted toes and purple earlobes, Life's a gas but it's such a scene though, Babe, I do mean
someday we?ll walk upon The streets of gold The trouble with love is that it comes to an end I?ve got a feeling I?m gonna find you again Just in a place
by the cornfield and the sycamore trees Down to the water, will you come, lassie please? Snow in the town square, December afternoon Christmas lights, a crescent moon A
as a thing to cry to And all my wars they treat you kindly There's nothing more important that i see There was a time when all was empty Unorganized a
we had It's not that bad, though, it's not that bad" "We'll be buying all our shit back when your cousin gets out That's only going to be a couple weeks