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is coming, so you better get on your knees
Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free

He said, "I quit my job at a big church where
the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream

I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinker Bell
with wet matches and bottle rockets
While cop walkie talkies walk outside my apartment obnoxious
Tonight's special consists of stale fiber from shitty
the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream

I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinkerbell
me

Some john had a camera and an internet site
And the streets were getting crowded
I took the money, it was over by midnight
But I don't want
can smell the yellow roses
You brought to this world our baby girl so fine
A princess for the queen, I was such a happy king
You're both still here
saving the world from danger
In the realm of darkness, saved by Dark Angel

Who am I, an angel sent from above
Showing no love to thugs that rub me
It's a new day
And all you gossipin backstabbin habitual haters
You're all history (hissss-to-ry)
So you can hate, or hail the Queen (all hail,
And find yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
You must not be afraid
You must turn the page
You wore your goddess
Comet streams and the rocket scenes
And cyclone-turning seas
Thy foes profanely rage
Hands washed, Pontius-Pilate-clean
In proud Euphrates'
Take a look around you, can't you feel the disease
Some want to save their soul, some save the trees
The whole world is going down
Like a bottle
jazz is to me 

History repeating itself like a
All the great cars of the world in one massive collision
All the doctors swallowed up by one
Words by Rebecca St. James & Bill Deaton
Music by Blair Masters

You can have the money, wheel it, deel it, win it all
You can have a lot of fashion,
Going over to Susan's house, walking south down Baxter Street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles
Going over to Susan's house, walking south down Baxter Street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles
of indignity the paramedics take off all his clothes
For the whole world to see while they put him in the bag
Meanwhile an old couple argues inside the Queen
Rest in peace to Black Just
Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck
Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome
Definition of good
Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am the one and only Queen Bee
After me there will be none, but you could call me Miss White
Most people know
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I
Drop the rocket boosters and I'm shiftin' into high gear

Bowie on the system and a bottle on my knee
Armstrong ain't got nothing on me
Hey ho, here
the world

The only thing missing is a miss's by your side

Baby aren't you rolling with me (I said)

Want it you can get it, boy just tell me what you
Going over to Susan's house, walking south down Baxter Street
Nothing hiding behind this picket fence
There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles
met a chick with big lips and I wanted to stay
But most of the pretty women in here are missing their hearts
They be lookin' for world peace by they
on the posters
Sold explosives, bottle rockets by the grosses
First taste of big money, now I need double doses
Don't need no features, we got Ghost to host us
me
When the design of modern culture is modeled after new (Sodom)
Bottle and packeged with emotions for kiddies to get robotic
I come with damage