Lyrics:
You better check your pulse,
I think the hearse went by
Shut the fuck up and listen
Before you're down to nothing without a pot to piss in
Your
little brother, man, he's only six years old
We waited in the blistering cold for you
For four hours and you just said, "No"
That's pretty shitty, man,
the mortals
"discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to me.
Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that was destroyed in
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
college try
Convinced by Your touch, it was more than enough
I'm leaving old treasures in the dust
'Cause I found this pearl
I'd give everything
on the sidewalk people were walking by pretending not to see until somebody stopped and called the police its the same old story its not the first time it won't be
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you get me stinkin' like an old mad skunk
cryin' "help me" like a dummy in a trunk
tumblin' like a leaf on the wind
clackin'
by ten.
A week's pay says he's still at home,
'Cause the boy's in his own time zone
I'm a waitin' on Joe, whaddya know.
Time flies fast and he
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
I'm feeling down, will I see you around
Or am I left here to sit and waste away in this town?
I'm fading, I'm so jaded.
22 but feeling I'm so old
at a time
More than a woman
(More than a woman)
More than a woman to me
More than a woman
(More than a woman)
More than a woman to me
There are stories old
Centuries upon centuries, shadowed by secred societies
Infesting the world with obscnities, aligned in an arcane pact
Surveilling each Earth world
We're just temporary souls in your common tractor
Scraping out the mold from an old reactor
Come on pretty baby, won't you take a taste with me
old
And I'm a motherfuckin' NorCal crook"
(Hey)
Here was the mission
Just make sure that I could eat
Anything after that
I'm a just consider a treat
moving on
In a life that was moving towards its end
From the beginning anyway...
The day is hot - He's so cold
He is too young - But feels so old
Christmas came and went
All your money spent
On whiskey for the common cold
You feel it in your bones you're growing old
Last night in the park
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
a smile from Heaven
My Father is proud and I know that I am simply
Fearfully and wonderfully made in You
You make it beautiful somehow
I've got old
Headlights on the ceiling
Are passing by instead
And now I sit here crying
And I'm trying to be strong
Now that daddy's gone
Four o'clock this morning
love for Chico anybody else we do not vibe
I think niggas try to flip the old school shit too much
I think I put there like Mcnabb with a nice touch
I
then right in front of my blue eyes
An old worn out faded pair of levis
Came walking by holding on for dear life
And my heart said
Oh yeah oh yeah
See a little seagull
On a marble stand
Tryin' to find the ocean
Lookin' everywhere, yeah
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
the pain
He was walking by the other day and I said
Hey baby how you been?
Yeah I got me a little girl now and she's 4 years old
And she's got her daddy's
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