Lyrics:
Tryna find the words, y'all fucked around and hit the final nerve
I heard you done provoked my primal urge, I'm on the verge
I'm on a purge, fuck
now,any-which-way
Will shake yr foundation down,then make yr day
When the thrashers are pounding
Much too fast for love
And the neon lights blinding
Who could
into your eyes,
two enemies never allies
couldnu0027t get their final prize
our last chapter has gone by
We torn our story apart
another one will start
thought we saw a future, it was more than sex
Place you high upon a pedestal and never forget
You called me baby, honey, but could you ever love me
I
way, I ain't moved more than two steps ahead of where I was just at
Still clearing my head
Sad ain't it? The madness, faded, taught me how to escape
flames reflects in my eyes
the wildness and hate are born
I draw the magic signs in the air
the pride, act of holy bastards burnt
here's no more
it all
If I could open up
Enough
To feel your love
Maybe it'd be more bearable
'Til the treatments end
But don't pretend that the world has
follow
Ain't to stopping the power of three
Destined by the Father only
To make y'all sing a melody
That carries volume
We laid low for a while
But
in Louisiane
Groovin' to the tunes of the roadhouse band
Raisin' the roof off that little bar
Sweatin' out a tune for a tip in a jar
More power
an eyeball watching you
Who are the werewolves talking to
The moon is red and its big as hell
So the streets are alive and I'm by myself
This is Delray where
where it lay
Years of hateful thoughts will get you back
I'll be at peace soon
You think you're punishing me by your anger
But it's you serving the jail
late
I've had a good time
And now they've passed their sell-by date
I'm moving on to pastures new
Just one more line and my story is totally nearly
the girls'll pass through
That Suave Dawg game, and it's more than a few
The G-shorts and the tank tops'll do
With they hands on they boo - you know how we do
wife my love"
Then nothing more
Far beneath the ship, the world is mourning
They don't realize, he's alive
No one understands but Major Tom sees
Now
Bandit
[Conejo]
Isolation, no more childs play
These vatos in the joint on the serio don't play
Got cemetery men in prison gear
Shooting kites about your
Bandit
[Conejo]
Isolation, no more childs play
These vatos in the joint on the serio don't play
Got cemetery men in prison gear
Shooting kites about your
a fraud
But when I walked in to his cozy little nest
He was in the feathers with another broad!
Now I see that his sweet nothings
Were nothing more than
a fuck if you love them
Somethings up, I got a feeling that i'm stuck when
I must duck, instead of moving
All I know is: this is us, stupid
Whether you
it's all over
You've been betrayed by an animal
Who ain't afraid to take the power
Right the fuck away from your
Human drama
Beast in the easter basket
I was so caught up
My own fear was
Keeping me from who I was supposed to be
Step by step I feel His power growing
Fire beginning to rekindle all
provide me
With all that I need
Can't dig up my grass roots
They too deep I don't budge
The mainstream comes to me
See a flower don't know it's
Power it
love of chaos and killin'
So much more than just a criminal
I'm a super villain
In a mask with black gloves
Pulled up past my elbows
"Hello!" I bellow
the ones I love and since awakened
Facing death, not mistaken, heart stopped, palpitations, smoke shop, hibernation
Hard to keep my mind from racing
More
the jungle can
(Phew) jack man
Scooped ten 12 Pros by three o'clock
(Jack man) morphing up like a Power Ranger
Off this three of Wock' (Phew)
Bitch blew me out
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