Lyrics:
like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear
Intruders happy in the dark
Intruder come
Intruder come and he leave his mark, leave
Mark: Hey
This next song is for all da ladys in the heeeaaauuusss....
Hee hee its for all the ladys in da
Tom: Mark
Mark: Heeeaaauuusss....
Tom: Mark
Mark my words, that's all that I have
Mark my words, give you all I got
In every way, I will
You're the only reason why
Oh, I don't wanna live
Tom: Mark's middle name is ... uh... Rebecca.
Mark: THAT'S RIGHT! My middle name is Rebecca,
because my dad wanted a girl...
he treats me like one.
and feet
But if you think that you can master it you got a fat chance
'Cause it's very difficult to do, what is it called?
The Biz Mark, Biz Mark
I'm lost in the see-through.
Pane always needs a bath.
Between a want and a need to,
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path.
{Play verse chords}
'Marks an asshole'
"Marks an asshole"
Mark: Everyone say... everyone say 'We hate Mark'
"We hate mark"
Mark: Yeah
Tom: Now every one try this one... 'Fuck
Mark: You shave your ass!
Tom: You have hair on nothing but your balls!
Mark has no hair on his whole body,
but a fucken wolverine growing in his
like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear
Intruders happy in the dark
Intruder come
Intruder come and he leave his mark, leave
face like a jewel
And he was dead
He liked to play games
Mark, push me on a swing
Mark, push me on a merry-go-round
Going round and round
subtle, sometimes clear
And the ones that go unnoticed
Still leave their mark once disappeared
Diagnosing, analyzing
Unsolicited advice
Explaining
Tom: I'm gonna come back and
I'm gonna start -I'm
Gonna start a therapeutic massage
Center only for, for -
Mark: I'm going to start
My own nudist
subtle, sometimes clear
And the ones that go unnoticed
Still leave their mark once disappeared
Diagnosing, analyzing
Unsolicited advice
Explaining
Oh, no one know who we are
Oh, no one gave us a mark
Oh, no one know who we are
Oh, no one gave us a mark
Oh, no one know who we are
Oh, no
your light, find your light
Mark the hurt, mark the face
Mark the dirt of cloven graves
Find your light
Forgotten, familiar
Find your light
changes
Is my mind
I never could toe the mark
And I never could walk the line
Some things don't come easy
Others should be free
I'd gladly give my
Mark: If I were a girl, everytime I went to the gynaecologist
I'd fake an orgasm!
躰から離れつつある感情が
俺の前に立ちふさがり邪魔をする
まだ怒りと哀しみだけ俺の中
わずらわしい喜楽なんてくれてやる
痛みすら感じやしない
哀しみの片隅にある残像が
これも邪魔になるいずれは垂れ流せ
苦しみも消してしまえ
MARK MARS 最高の時をここに刻もう
MARK MARS
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark a place, we are the dead
it's above you, whatever form, it goes on
The cycle, perpetual, death is eventual
If you ain't givin' no hundred percent, unacceptable
Mark from
There's still black marks on that county road,
Where we drag raced our pick ups, and Mustangs
And weathered on the summer rain
And to this day up
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