one else You feel the thought of learning again It's all around You're tired of all the things you did You'll work it out You feel it all around yourself
feel the thought of learning again It's all around You're tired of all the things you did You'll work it out You feel it all around yourself You know it
and made him real real mad But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out (WAHH!) I told you it
light you speak of The comfort within your words Did it all just pass you by unaware of the consequences Come on and taste the fire The heat will wash
up Does he brush up? Never brushed up He does nothing the boy does nothing (Repeat chorus) Work it out now Work it, Work it out now Do the mambo Shake it all around
approach to penetrate equivalent and strong To wash out individual with evil forms Conquering battles in these fields of greed Dark faces all around me makes it
it, so drill it So hard Feel it [Kirk screaming] So drill it, so drill it So hard Feel it [Kirk screaming] So drill it, so drill it so hard feel it [
all around You got to recognise and witness The mister who swift enough to knock you out with mic fitness Hands blistered from holding the mics tight Some say it
it carry me far enough from all I've suffered? Will it bridge the gap from there to here? I wonder if I had it all would I feel there's something missing
our knees on the playground. It's not your fault, You feel okay. It's too late in the day. It's not your fault, You feel betrayed. You can't come out
live without it so it’s senseless Wanna cut it out of my soul And just live with a gaping hole Take control of my life And wash out all the burnt taste
) All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything... All the love gone bad turned my world to black Tattooed all i see, all that i
stimulated man I'm hella blown away And all the problems that I had have all gone away. I pop another pill and Imma take a sip of Caribou to wash it
bunch of bullshit Just a poor excuse for you to use up all your bullets How much money does it take to really make a full clip? 9/11, Building 7, did they really pull it
You say you want me And that's a thrill It's like I'm bungee jumping While I'm standing still You wash me over Leave me out to dry But I still got
to run tried to escape I can't carry on, I let my life go to waist I gave my everything, to make it this far And is killing me, to watch it all fall
across the court until we give out Do you take it all or spit it out, are you faking the funk and living a lie? Do you really know what it feels like
s me But I feel so good with darling Lorraine On Christmas morning, Frank awakes To find Lorraine has made a stack of pancakes They watch the television, husband and wife All afternoon, it