Хочешь, и я убью тебя, Только оставлю фотки твои. После куплю за франки очки, Видеть никто не будет глаза. Больно не будет, обещаю, Но ты передавай приветы
Пошел я вчера утром в поликлинику Сдавать свою мочу, Утром отлил в баночку, Сгорела лампочка, Зажег в толчке свечу. Закрыл крышечкой, Завернул в пакет
Why, why she hoein' man? Why's she hoein', you ain't knowin'? Oh, you know why Why is she prostitutin' her body, bitch Analyze the game and tell me why
A self-fulfilling prophecy Of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences
Straight forward on the path of life Who makes you choose that way Is it a crime to give it all up To leave it all behind? Oh, this is all so crystal
Prepare yourself to meet a girl who can not sleep Dividing every question 'til the questions are complete Every twisted tongue, she studies everyone She
potential profit in every step made gentle transformation into the state of motion out of emotion mass destruction round the axis of rotation quiet
If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst If your pocket's full of little things you've never
Take the trail to the graveyard for the night Tick tick time's never on your side On the edge of the rooftops and we're never coming down Keep your eyes
+You Need An Analyst If you're always stealing goodies from a big department store, You need an analyst, a psychoanalyst. If your pocket's full of little
A self-fulfilling prophecy of endless possibility You roll in reams across the street In algebra, in algebra The fences that you cannot climb The sentences
Close your eyes, close your eyes Breathe the air, out there We are free, we can be Wide open For you I open my eyes To the beauty I see We will pray,
( rossi / bown ) I still remember when I would be the only one I used to think that I'd be a darlin' boy Never worried 'bout bad times, only wanted those
Zero's coming Guess who's hiding from programs set to year? It's some coding veterans Brokers, priests, and analysts Systems of transporting could stutter
Starts off in my hips, move to my lips For all those who want to analyze me For all those who want to analyze me Start it off in the hips, move to my
Tricky: Starts off in the hips Move to my lips For all those who want to analyze me For all those who want to analyze me Start it off in the hips Move
