Lyrics:
And our lives too will pass and fade like this moment
Our clothes are like an anthem for sorrow
And the words we use are like future ghosts
before
Do you throw out your gold teeth
Do you see how they roll
Tobacco they grow in Peking
In the Year of the Locust
You'll see a sad thing
Even
stale tobacco
You do something very special to
Mister Average (Mister Average)
Now the lamb lies with the lion
He's just a little savage
Actions speak
You're rolled tobacco, tuck your leaves in, nuthin left but smoke to breathe into
Late night television laughter lighting up the smog long after you
feet
Would go to bed but it ain't no use
They pile up on the bed like chickens on a roost
She's a real kind mama looking for another man
And she ain't
Adderall for weight loss prescribes by
The doctor because it
Helps to reduce BMI also it is used to
Treat ADHD disorder in adults
And children
Is it so wrong to need things in order
Or have I crossed insanity's border
Disorder's not a description to fit me
Though I admit, I'm... picky
Try
Sycamore trees
Tobacco leaves
Your dry lips could use
A little bit of chapstick
The fires on
But no one is there
To man the fort
To keep your little
OF WINE
FATHER, DEAR FATHER
HELP ME UNDERSTAND
TOBACCO-STAINED FINGERS
WHISKEY IN YOUR HAND
DID YOU EVER FEEL SO ALL ALONE?
DID YOU FIGHT THE DARKNESS
Post Office box!
You'll get a dallying notion,
But you will soon recover.
No longer undercover,
Branch out into complete disorder.
You gotta be
Okay game face
There we go
I've got my life in disorder
My room's not in order
I'm in the way, I'm always late
I've got too many things to say
I
I'm money broke and it's no joke can't core use the rope this time (Hey!!)
Nuckel up buckel up the ride´s getting rough but I will not loose my
tobacco
But a second possibility
Is to use the tobacco from a normal cigarette
You need
Pot, grass, ganja, marijuana
It has various names
But
tobacco
But a second possibility
Is to use the tobacco from a normal cigarette
You need
Pot, grass, ganja, marijuana
It has various names
But
But a second possibility
Is to use the tobacco from a normal cigarette
You need, pot, grass, ganja, marijuana
It has various names
But they all
complete disorder.
You gotta be cheerful-hearted,
There's at least 15 ways to leave your man.
Get a flat and a magazine,
Get your body ahead and out
An infatuation with old
And ponder of the new
Review the past, the century and the ancient
Find a balance, between disorder in disaster
And youthful
The controllers
Use force
To shoot you right out ya car
Stand on their knees
Right on your throat
Cutting of your air
The revolution will not
got is in the pawn
Everything I got.
Grow my tobacco and I spit my juice-
Well I would raise cain, but it ain't a bit of use
Oh lordy me, didn't I
A British bank is run with precision, a British home requires nothing less
Tradition, discipline and rules must be the tools
Without them disorder
The use of a machine
Makes no difference to that machine
The code contains everything
The code it contains nothing
The essence of machines: a machine
start again
Let's leave California
Maybe I need to cross the border
Away from my demons and disorders
Nothin' can catch us if we're runnin' forward
A violent man will stock up on weapons and go to war for his
Get post-traumatic stress disorder, become an officer
A man of peace uses his words in
the doctrine
Experience leads to wisdom
Use occulted knowledge
Chaos is real freedom
In the wasteland the only law is change
cnd you got your TV that you can
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