The colours run away as the sun fades the day I find it so hard to find the right words to say I know that when I have to leave and close it all down
I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe Ain't it hard Ain't it hard, To want somebody who doesn't want you And I've
[Intro] It was once a dark lonely summer's eve On the lonely streets of Sunset When the lord called upon 7 crazy m.c's J Dog, Charlie Scene, The Server
Mit Tinte hab ich’s niedergeschrieben Papiergerollt mein heimlich Denken Ich werd’s besoffen in die Flasche schieben Mit einem Wurf den Wogen schenken
t's 3am, locked out again. Can't get in I'll stay outside instead. I'm surprised by all the noise, that's drowning out the shouts of girls and boys, naked
Woke up this morning with my head in the dirt Master of disaster has raped my soul again I feel like shit and my body hurts What did I do? Can't
You ask me if I'm happy now That's good as any joke I've heard It seems since I've seen you last I done forget the meaning of the words If happiness is
Well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus The poor little chauffeur, though, she was back in bed On the very next day, with a nose full
I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe Ain't it hard, ain't it hard To want somebody who doesn't want you And I'
Uh huh, extra cheese Uh huh, uh huh, save a piece for me Pizza party at your house I went just to check it out Nineteen extra larges What a shame no
Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a **** if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort 'Cause I'
I, man, am regal A German am I Never odd or even If I had a hi-fi Madam, I'm Adam Too hot to hoot No lemons, no melon Too bad I hid a boot Lisa Bonnet
Look If you had One shot To sit on your lazy butt And watch all the TV you ever wanted Until your brain turned to mush Would you go for it? Or just let
Yeah, a used pink bathrobe A rare mint snow globe A Smurf TV tray I bought on E-Bay My house is filled with this crap Shows up in bubble wrap Most every
I'm not the brightest crayon in the box Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks I barely even know how to put on my own pants But I'm a genius in
[sound effects from tools] Nothin' ever (ever) happens in this town Feelin' low down (down), not a lot to do around here I thought that I would go right
Oh Peter Parker was pitiful Couldn't have been any shyer Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him Even if his hair was on fire But then one day he went to
Finger food and an ice cold cake It won't cost you an arm and a leg Dance all night to a rotten band Come on, people, let's give 'em a hand Well, Saturday
