You ain't much of a player And you ain't playing for free You just know all the chatter And you've been chatting to me Now you're taking me down With
I just met Huston He was looking for your door He said he'd like to buy a horse I saw he had a map of the county in his hand and your house was circled
Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning Now I tolerate
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember when the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters when the boys
This ain't exactly hell. It sure as hell ain't heaven. I love you like the dickens and I miss you like the Devil. I guess I'll do my time waitin' in this
I gotta brand new car that drinks a bunch a gas Got a house in a neighborhood thats fading fast Got a dog and a cat that don't fight too much Got a few
When he raised the gates of Heaven, He didn't understand. And near the friends were coming over. Was it all a dream? Was it all a crazy dream? Saw them
The hours creep across the face as she paces across the floor she can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war she feels bitchslapped and abandonded
You've become such a mess You and your crystal meth You lost your family - wrecked your truck. I used to love you - now you suck We were friends, among
I guess I'll never grow a sideburn it's a shame with all I got to go between I hope somebody's cause takes soon it's getting hard to find a place a root
When the mighty sons of the spheres beyond distributed the elements of earth they laid down the foundation-stone of highest spiritual birth which ever
I've spent my life in darkness blind enslaved on the factory floor and now a new sensation lost at sea I can see the shore ha ha ha
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Since the beginning The evil creation Of human being The appearance of the great god But the history Reflects the truth In front of the eyes Of humanity
You take part in creating this system That we all must suffer in We can't stop going round and round We got to fix this rat race This is the system
sitting beside the mirror looking at the face he's always known all he sees is a shadow of himself an image covered in scars pain, suffering, all he'
This is an old and funny poem I accidentally overheard It keeps the little children playing And bigger children spread the word My memory is bad So I
They hate my ass 'cause I try to oppose I'm hooked and ready to die Sacrifice, I'm in pain I use my fists to smash their might A brutal way of progression