Blasphemy in your eyes, spare me your pathetic lies Sympathy I despise, just give me your chaos cries One night he came to me and spoke the words of heresy
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I wanna bathe in milk Eat grapes Robert De Niro sit on my face I can't sleep for thinkin' Send my head a reelin' Reelin', reelin', reelin', reelin', reelin
Oh, I know that lady can look so fine A blonde angel with such a sweet smile You feel like you can ride the sky like a super-nova But how can you and
Oh, give to me a winding stream, it must not be too wide Where waving leaves from maple trees do meet from either side The water must be deep enough to
Call me up when you need Strangers often deceive And there's something so freeing To call out a name, someone's believing I've been changing my mind
Here I need your help Deliver me from myself Take me where I'm wanted Or make me someone else I don't care what they said Forget about the things you
Open up and let me in I was lucky to live, don't need to win Forgave myself and if that's a sin It's not enough you'd even know it You did right to call
Anyway now, it don't seem right He is in there and you're on the outside Over pine ridge to wounded knee Blood on ground as far as you see Crazy life
I want to be clean, I want to be whole Want revenge, I want control I want to give up, I want to give in Destroy all I have been I want to be cruel,
Is it this place that makes me fall from you? Forget the words that once rang so true Did we expect that life was ever fair, my God I sowed a field of
Life is suffering Tee hee, ha ha Life is suffering Tee hee, ha ha Cold and shuddering Tee hee, ha ha Cruel and pummeling Tee hee, ha ha Smile on Little
Little man, big man who came first? What is the measure of our worth? If there was a storm rolled in Who'd run inside? Who'd go walking? Little man,
Are you the plane that shapes the board Part of a history, smoothed and worn And oh, the windy weather Dry spells, brushfire Isn't it strange to see
Take your cautionary tales And take your incremental gain And all the sycophantic games And throw 'em all away Burn your TV in your yard And gather '
There's almost nothin' left An' you eat my kind for breakfast What did I expect To come here and find anyone? Find open arms to greet me And friends to
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It's a lonely, twisted world spinning sickly on its side I'm fried, and I can't sleep No, I haven't enjoyed the ride I'm just a white guy from the future