Lyrics:
All words that look prounouncable are not typos,
any that look unpronouncable are probably typos.
Each set of two lines is one line in the lyric
and a suicidal doctrine?
The cult leader, and I'll never stop until I got you locked in
Cult leader! "And everywhere, his words are greated with enthusiasm."
believe me when I say
Someday it'll be okay
Who are they when they meet?
Stone or lavender
Before the word is ever uttered
Was your leap deeper?
money than good sense
Now you've lost it all your back to call
On me you're oldest friend
I'm not a man who minces words
And if that sounds absurd
Shamblin' home again with you to lead
And it's not the way I wanna go
And I'm mad at you and I'm mad at me
Talking endlessly, not a kind word to say
with idle chat
(Work to be done)
The songs he learned from scratched LP's
Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea
He strums the chords with less than
You got the key
My private number
Exclusively, there's no other half
For me
You're the combination
The secret word that unlocked my door
Remedy
And it's not the way I want to go
And I'm mad at you and I'm mad at me
Talking endlessly, not a kind word to say
Till your amber beads of wisdom come
with idle chat
(Work to be done)
The songs he learned from scratched LP's
Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea
He strums the chords with less than
Filling every corner of my mind
I'm dying here oh Father help me
Tell me what am I to do, I'm lost without you
Broken are the words I pray
Loneliness my
My father used to work the seam
Far below the ground
Digging for the coal to melt the steel
But now he stands a lonely man
Idle and forlorn
Just
You've got to get away
London's calling, no more stalling
Sleeping in your own doorway
Never stop to reason
Never question why
The word's out there
Word turn on all the vocals, yeah
One time for your mind, INI flavor
My man DJ Scratch in the house
We do it like this, check it
The streets battle
These quiet words, they carry me away
Returning
They keep coming back
In idle thoughts and hollow cut-aways
Disarm me
No will to attack
Where does your allegiance lie?
In failing hearts and idle hands
What corrupted eyes
To heed the certainty of man
You fail me
I never was my
These quiet words, they carry me away
Returning
They keep coming back
In idle thoughts and hollow cutaways
Disarm me
No will to attack
Though
must seek strength from somewhere
For I've reduced myself to nothing
We've been here one thousand times
Cold idle hands, floor welcomed knees
Hello
Were it not for my guitar
My hands would both be idle
My brain suicidal
For I would not have an outlet
For the tidal wave of feelings
In my heart
Words of a scribe
No words can describe
But they can serve as a guide
And you can learn if applied
Now some burn from the match
Some fall through
Teach me a song
A song about love
Something that matters
Teach me a song
Don't fill me up
With your idle chatter
Don't get me wrong
It don't
You'll carry on these words I wrote for you
'Til then
I'll sing
Stand your ground
Don't let the bastards grind you down
Be bold, be strange
Don't
won't make it to the daylight
Shock niggas like stage freight
Day party at Daylight
That's Vegas I hit PT
She dyin' to know what I taste like
Idle
Better to be seen and never heard
Than to babble on with every word
And if talk is cheap, then why the thrill
In an idle tongue that fires at will?
should be sighs of relief
I'm thinking like this it all seems correct
Use the gifts he gave to glorify, never neglect that
Review the word it stays in tact
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