Lyrics:
days you're doing the most now
Bonnie and Clyde, I love how we ride (oh yeh)
Pulled up on her with those suicides (skrrt)
You know I kill it, many
block tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply
The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full
Republic
I know we share this feeling
I know the pain you hide
You're sick of your senseless being
Attracted to suicide
Agonized by the fools who
Thinking bout the world looking at the nation
Suicide, genocide, homicide
Three words come to mind
Times are changing, yeah!
No more rumors
in a church to a circus of freaks
We the last ones to lay down, first on our feet
So stay down or get hurt by what lurks in the deep
Free the perps
feel an air of violence when I have to walk on by
You can't deny it, it's something you can't miss
That bird who's hanging' out with you is mad like
problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sisters mascara and now I'm grounded for a week
Sulking, and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get
on a bet
All the drivers are on suicide missions
They must assume that I'm on one too
If I sound bitter it's because
I've got everything I love right
onslaught of nerves
a bustle, a pound
my body found the ground
slowly surrounded by a society now spying me
Shall we try diplomacy?
My future looks
[Bridge]
I can hear their laughter - fabulous desaster
Running dry!
Betrayed by many names - they are playing games
Purgatory!
[Chorus]
What the hell
Suicide, a march across the red coloured soil
Battles that no one will ever win
Charge through death into enemies land
Obey the chain of command
The days grow longer and the nights are worse
I'm oh so threadbare with an empty purse
Wicked on Monday, woeful on Tuesday
Wasted on Wednesday
Your liquid eyes
Where reason dies
Are pulling me
Into the sea
Your passion for
What you adore
Will be my guide
To suicide
When you clench your
that
stop and get out
get out of the suicide circus
you better stand up and shout
hit the brakes you're on the road to madness
but where will it
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by
the intangible
Something from nothing we are
A simple answer by far
But we don't want it
[Raw J]
The few drops of water fell down my face
Returning me to my
to circulate
There's suicide bombin' buildings full of civilians
Or cutting off water to cities full of children
You can't try to justify collective punishment
tongue destroying me
I feel he hate surge through
Eighteen in the gutter with a hate sign
In the real world how could you stand by
Some blame the films we
the bed
Wake up in the morning like mmm
Lookin' like I'm winning like mmm mmm mmm
Pull up in the whip like zoom
Suicide doors like tick, tick, boom
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