Lyrics:
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
leave here in the morning. Yeah.
What will the neighbors tell your wife?
Well my wife knows me by now
So there's no need to let the neighbors run my
With you I hear the story told by love
You never leave a diamond in the rough
There's better seasons rising like the sun
'Cause morning always comes
given to Edward Scissorhands
It's an epidemic, cramming corpses in crevices
Stored under floorboards in the nooks and crannies of bed and breakfasts
care,
They don't care.
'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell.
The morning slips away in a valium haze,
And catalogues
She wants shots
Lemon drops
Red headed sluts
Keep em coming don't stop
Till we drop dead Fred
Pass out in bed
And by bed, I mean anywhere you fall
of mankind."
[Edward Reekers, Lana Lane]
On an early summer morning, July '69
As I dream of the planets
I hear a voice softly whisper: 'son, it is time
Written by: Edward Apphel
Don?t you wanna fly along with me
Somewhere far away where the sunlight shines in circles
Don?t you wanna be so deep
Jean Claude: Now Madame Blueberry was a sad little berry
She lived by herself in a house in a tree.
Her butlers would show up each morning at nine
of the world and niggas is cued to go, should I ask why
You is food to those niggas with hearts that's 2 below
Road to a empty city I'm snowed in wit Edward
Quantez who are you calling?
Get back in bed I wanna give you fellatio
This dumb ass bitch keep callin'
Hello?
Brooks, did you or Simmons
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
you run
(going for miles and miles)
Not too late
Save yourself from the rain
I'll be by your side
Two worlds will collide
In the morning
In
Lucid Dreams cuthored by: Xavier Edwards
Intro:
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray Yahweh my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I pray
arm
Knife by my side burner to the right of my palm
Linguini graffiti like a Tom Savini scene all
Shredded and dismembered like a brothel in the city
Midnight
Written by: Jonathan Plevyak, Seth Rentfrow, Garrett Mabe
Been waiting all night long
Just to hear this song
Does it get to you?
I hope it gets
Sometime in the morning
A simple thought may occur to you,
And you hold her,
And tell her all the things you never told her
Your love has shown
my dream
S-s-s-stayin’ in my dream
S-s-s-stayin’ in my dream
Sometimes I wish I flew by another name
(Like Jonathan or whatever)
My grounded ways
Sometime in the morning
A simple thought may occur to you,
And you hold her,
And tell her all the things you never told her
Your love has shown
that I'm just getting by
can't, go on like this
Knowing that I'm just getting by
When I wake up around 10 in the morning
Feeling crazy, feeling
Morning America can you hear my voice
It’s your unwanted child that didn’t have a choice
Of coming to America like Prince Akeem
You stole me to live Your
the morning
With my hair down in my eyes
Sometimes I can look at you
Then I don't and then I do
Sometimes
Sometimes I take exception
To the way we're
and chuckle
Like oh shit I'm rich
Feel so important
'til I wake the next day
It's gone by the morning
Raw like Michael Moore
Got the government strung out
I
Joy comes in the, yea, yea, joy comes in the
And the father makes good out of bad sometimes
Joy comes in the, yea, yea, joy comes in the morning
Joy
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