Lyrics:
the top, pop it, let it bang
All the ones, all the chains piled on the mantle
All the dogs, all the dogs low creep right behind me in the Phantom (It's
I seen
I scraped the polish off
We piled it on the times that my dreams would seem implausible
Another kite in the breeze
I’m sweeping sawbucks up
No Welcoming
The Wife cin't Home
She Got To Have Her Time
Kids In The Living Room
Sleeping Where They Shouldn't Be
The TV's On The Dishes Piled
hitting towards this matter
Look at it
oh yeah The world is all linked together
Save our loved ones and the world
hey hey because breaking
down the piled
heart in (the) back of many lies
Don't you stop
You take it now
Get away from biased view points
Call in (your) belief
Lies and lies are piled up on my
crack a smile. The way that you gave me, I think that it piled. My heart is a phone, please give me a dial.
F*#% it I'm stressin', where's my blackened
Embrace the curse of the black death
Fever, dread and bubonic plague
See the deceased bodies piled up, covered in swarms of flies
They'll be left
lying by my side
Men committing suicide
The fields are red, the bodies piled high
I feel that I'm here to die
But this brain of mine can't let me think
apartment
Could you see it on my face?
That I didn't recognize the room
That I thought it was some neighbor's place?
Twenty-five with all my errors piled
you'd piled the pillows too high
Or else bent too high yourself when at last lying down
You wrapped your narrow arm around her waist to fall asleep
a frown
We piled into their car
As we drove from bar to bar
The ringmaster had to drive
I finally made it home alive
Though feathered, shamed and tarred
I
piled
Walshys just like Reuben
He’ll lead with a 5
Ebs keeps getting Romney’s
He’ll stay up all night
But Marty he’s a cheater
always taking extra
thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
No I am no longer funny 'cause I miss the way
my moms
when I signed to Birdman
the studio full of Dons
and drugs piled next to the interface intercom
second guessing what type of person I would
You were staring from the kitchen at the yard after work
Through the window where the owners pulled the tree from the earth and dirt
Stands piled
The piled-up shocks of corn
And send the fancy wandering o'er
All pleasant harvest-fields of yore!"
chores when life feels dead?
Socks lying on the floor
Dishes piled high
But my mind is spinning
Can't even try
To sweep the dust or make my bed
When
All the boxes piled up on the floor
Carry what we’ll leave unsaid
There’s no use in trying anymore
Feel the bottom falling out from my bed
From
If all Your creatures large and small
Were piled by the ocean wall
And all their fathers wandered by the bay
Every time Your ear touched down
You’d
down with a threat
Walk a hundred miles, switch up my style
Talk about my old name and the shit that I trialed
Say I'm so wild, keep your snow piled
All the things that I wrote off
All the piled up missed calls
I should’ve seen right through the glass
Point of view stuck in the past
Little Rock
Take the life from fear
Bodies piled high
Victims of an endless rage
Strap them in to die
Empty gaze in blood
Fallen from your grace
Perfection in
the gap between the tree tops and the skies
Hollands banking Ireland's sweetest thing
Pennies piled high, pounds cashed in
Caught between Alsatian
below
At the bottom of the gorge waited a forge
Where death was ready to sow
The parfaits were piled one by one
Onto a seething tower of flames
Embers
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