Lyrics:
hanging on a line
Pretty soon they're singing one by one the same old rhyme
They say, "I'm alright, I just can't get home tonight."
She don't want
In the shadows of the night,
Lonely petal falls from sight,
I roam through the darkness,
Tears of sorrow stain the moon's pale light
Haunted by
Nowadays most people thinkin ain't really critical
Brains bein fried by the almighty digital
What some call reality others call cynical
Diary, stains on my
Drippin’ stains
I stayed in my lane SNMOL the gang (we the gang)
Money on my line, got the drop, dripping stains
I stayed in my lane, SNMOL
Her lipstick stains like acid rain
Dissolving away my sense of restraint
The streetlamps burned through the cloak of the fog
Concealing the violence,
and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you read
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in
Weak and wounded sinner,
Lost and left to die,
O, raise your head for Love is passing by
Come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus,
Come to Jesus
If I could ride this slide into forever
What would I give to getaway
That pain, that stain,
Seems like forever
What would you give to getaway
I know
This town, this stain on the sunrise
Disguised in the mist, this morning.
It's 8 AM, a seagull shouts
A sailor's warning, this sky.
This bend
em in, eight million stories
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
Chorus: Method Man
You
whore
She's a stain in my history
I feel ashamed when they look at her
She's a stain in my memory
I found a junkie covered in jewellery
Damn, what
you can
Compose me but you won't
The sun will shine around you
But I won't stand by you
Cause I am just a black stain
I cannot be with you
These days
and the couch
I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out
There's parasols and barbeques and loungers by the pool
The late night conversations
and the couch
I'm moving up to higher ground, I've found a new way out.
There's parasols and barbeques and loungers by the pool
The late night conversations
that belly by her parish priest
We're trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the Magdalene
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks
I can't lie
I've been down this road before
And I don't cry anymore
And I'm so sick, it rots my very core
And I won't stand by anymore
I will leave
by our misery, we're swept into the shadows
So who will follow? Who is the lead?
I know I'll leave a stain, because I bleed
As we dance, we all
Hang my head, hide my face
Chained to guilt
Of my mistakes
Disciplined, a path divined
Disciplined, a wound that's mine
Stain like jewels
futile
Survival in vain
Fed by hatred
Cold and inhumane
Burn it all
Remove the human stain
Resistance is futile
Survival in vain
Fed by hatred
before my eyes
I live my daily life, dangling off of your chain your chain
She cuts if off and leaves me laying by the wayside
She is the silk I'm
Mark these words (mark these words)
On his grave (on his grave)
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stain walks
illuminating stains
Breakdown closing in again
Free fall as I close my eyes
Voices talking many lies
Changing my course
Blurred and scorched
Breathing
That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink
And I can tell by the smell of that perfume
It's like forty dollars too cheap
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