Lyrics:
The girl heroes have taken their own lives
We're left with sewn lips and model lines
The place for us: we are seen and not heard
Refine your
Well, what do we have here Daddy
The lights are quickly changing
Will I leave your heart along with
The phone lines you're erasing
A whisper of a diamond cuts into the crowd
When that money talks I think it's too loud
I'm not a carpenter but I know a line
I wouldn't draw one
That's fine
I'm at the finish line, now you behind
We in the race and I'm droppin your horse
Everything down my road is an obsticle course
And one by one I
she's an ugly lesbian
Afraid to cut your long hair, always thought you wouldn't care
That you couldn't hold a job, your feeble sins will never stop
Load up the drugs, we'll let the demons come in
Bring all the kids, they won't know where to begin
Shoot 'em a line, they'll lock you up in the pen
of
The microcosms.
The inside can wait as long as we're preoccupied with
Shining the facade.
We brought this upon ourselves - the connection breach.
We cut
He walked up, all buff, in his cowboy cuts
Bringing on his best come on lines
His words of choice, of course
Would you like to save a
And ride
fight your fucking war
Increase the budget for a slaughter overseas
Impede progress!
But cut the spending to control disease
Send help, distress!
He comes from the streets, he grew up in the bars
He cut his teeth on his daddy?s guitar
He lived every line that he's ever sung
He made believers
Take the hammer
Smash the glass
Take the glass
Cut the mother earth
Opens up
And sucks you down
It sucks your sorry ass into the ground
Are
wrong all along
Just cut, copy, paste and repeat
Maybe we can hide the original (how long? How long?)
And who needs microphones
When we can sing
A total incision cuts apart
Inject the living, don't you breath too hard
No lines to rehearse, no spell, no curse
It's all or nothing to wait til
we're here to stay,
We keep looking forward, never looking back,
My voice is my weapon, these words are my attack,
As we sharpen our wit, cut
to
As the fishing line begins to bind to the other side of me
The chasing silence side, it's truth through silence
you see I'm sewing together my lips
And it's just
ten and banish any doubt
Let's start it rolling by coverin' number ten
Cut off the heat then there'll be a retreat
Amen
Now we come to number
Wait they make mango mush outta me.
Pick axe I can't stay
Silver mines all day.
Cut down the weedwood
And think that I just could.
I'm sitting up in
the mac' if I have to defend the castle
Slang lasso, ropin' them til they recoup
Pass the keys to the Coupe, it's cute for wiz to scoot off, '95 north
Cut
on the God, as the God speak
Never waste a line like I'm sniffin' on the hard street
And as far as we go, you know how the squad see it
If it's love, it's
fallen
As long as the faith holds
The outcome will never change
Cut them off from the tubes they feed you
In to keep the worms from crawling out
Faith
on the Mojave I-5 line
Singers shepherds and salesmen all longing for someone
To kill the joy of wondering and end all their desire
To help them to remember
Hour
With all the miserable souls like me,
To soak my thoughts of poverty
And hiding pain with shots of cheap whiskey.
Cut-out pictures on my concrete
the brand of a three-legged dog
His rose-colored glasses cut through the fog
The laws might sleep but they never die
Lions for sheep, an eye for an eye
She paints a pretty picture we can all adore
She's covered in razor lines and dynamite
You've shown me how to dissect your beating heart
And just
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