Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes. They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry. Oh, I've
i found this outside you. the road to your room is half as long as my list of regrets. i count my seconds inside you and struggle to find. instead i
Oh, I've known lonely. A faker in a room of phonies. Sharp dressed pigs, jet black behind the eyes. They wet down my wings, I can't stay dry. Oh, I'
to do But shoot my mouth off Gimme gimme gimme Give me some more Gimme gimme gimme Don't ask what for I gotta go out Get something for my head If
i thought this walk might sober me. but i only got lost in dreaming. i held hope high. down to copper and stars. it only stirs thoughts of days. i'm
[Originally by Black Flag] I was so wasted I was a hippie I was a burnout I was a dropout I was out of my head I was a surfer I had a skateboard
me away. Understand we're fighting a war we can't win. They hate us, we hate them. We can't win, no way. I got to court for my crime. Stand in line
here Unit of the year We settin up shop and we ain’t going nowhere We want it all Even if we gotta brawl for it We want it all Even if you gotta fall for
me, no others can be Half as fine, I blow your mind with an m-i-c Get off the tip quick, boy, you're makin me sick No other partner could be smarter
you, I'm for war Some shit worth dying for, ah, huh Yo, you want hot soup, I got shit like up on in attica Guns ridiculous like battle star galactica
mistake that it is This allows equal global distribution to the rays of the sun Making it possible for the food chain to exist Or take for example the
tell suckers, go to hell Others tried to take me down, there the ones who fell Ignorence, was then there for Take it a little at a time, don't go for
you are given a fair chance For the first time you will sleep well Take a deep breath See the sun shine Hold on to her for dear life And then watch
looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and I'm using clouds for
into a sham Hitting the arcs of Cumulus clouds of Annun I left my image of a crop circle in the form of a galactical star map Perhaps to another plane
a media star He'll advocate the wisdom of our cruise missile plan Then at last I'll have a penis just like every other man They can call it penis envy
you'd better find a new profession You think that you wanna be a rapper? well I think you're guessing No time for fessing or faking, messing or making Mistakes
