I saw you coming up, real fucking slow You've got nothing to prove and you've got no where to go In your massacre I hear you talking, but you've got
Tell me it's not the truth, the way she looks at you boy You've got something to hide, I've got something to prove Oh God tell me, what the fuck did I
Trying to find a way to live with out ya babe Day and night my heart bleeds, but you don't feel anything Suck it up you little bastard, I'm not the same
(Originally by Murder City Devils) We made a deal in the car You stay angry I'll feel nothing at all And you gave me your heart And I buried my heart
Drink like a fish, sink or swim I'm sinking all the way down I drown myself in the bottle again 'Cause your promises let me down Gin and tonic, hit the
Gotta get, gotta get away Tank full of gas and I'm leavin' today Take the 5 to the 91 Hit the big G like a loaded gun The desert air dries the Tears as
I'm fed up, I've had enough I'm so close to snappin' and I'm packin' a punch I can't see straight, I'm seein' red And what tomorrow brings is all that
I've seen your blood sweat and tears Feels like I've known you for years and years What I have it ain't enough to give You want it all honey, you just
It's an old song, but the lyrics stay true Despite all my men, I keep coming back to you I gear up to take it, take it, take it one more time Cause it
Little girl just flesh & blood You're blond to see the pain ahead I've been waiting & plotting what I'll do with you Won't someone warn her Death's around
Go, I don't really like you I can barely stand you Can't take this anymore But who's keeping score? Girl you mean the world to me Stop fucking up and
And about today Killing you just to get my way And all I thought about today Fucking you up, just to get my Why is it i feel so knocked down? Keep calling
Tell me it's not the truth, the way she looks at you boy You've got something to hide, I've got something to prove Oh God tell me, what the fuck did
Sexy slut you we're the coolest thing Yeah, oh yeah you really showed me Taught us all what we could be Yeah, oh yeah Booze & liquor weren't on the
I was 15, you were 21 I was bad news like a loaded gun You were a hard, hard working man I was selling, selling out my band & you bought in... I was