Lyrics:
cold
I reach out for my beige bear
Tan horse, dusty on the shelf
Too breakable to touch
Jade snake, happy by herself
Won't cuddle very much
Indigo
head with one wack,
Here I go now.
Run Joey, Joey run run the hounds are on your trail.
Sweet Mary Jane was goin' insane
When she heard of Joey's jail
Privilege, so privileged, too privileged, that we're forgetting
He put socks upon our feet, got food for us to eat, got grace to give, but we
They say that if you're camping by a billabong at night
To look out for those bunyips 'cause they'll scare you out of sight
They're supposed to be
see him around
I stop and say "What up"
Try to help him get his head right
Give him a couple bucks
The city is the survival of the fit
He wasn't strong
Born into hell and no one's looking out for us
We live our lives in fear
At any time our world could collapse on us
We have no choice but to live
lay with me
Help me though the night
Take control of me, baby roll with me
Runnin' lines in my head
Chase me in the next life
Cruising one ninety
Made
the tournament""
another summer wasted here in the battlefords
dad shakes his head at the car
that's been sitting on blocks for years
and the weird kid who smoked
of thing
Joan had somethin’ needed doin’
It was hard for her to do it
But she did it
She said get up on the bed honey
Get your pillow rest your head
C’mon
rocks this place like she's from outer space
I got my money for a ticket to ride along
Far from the fray light years away
Late shifts over in this
A trip to india
A trip down the ganges
A copy of justine, signed by de sade
A bag or two of neil's purple heads
Gold-tipped, silver printed, black calling
[Verse 1]
Roll out, straight to the ATL
Coming from the DET gotta bail
Gotta get mail in adbundance
Stat watch that yay on the oven
Nigga this
it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
By the wall in silhouette
Of Hours
Someone??S Watching Over You
Lay Down The Law
No You Can??T Keep The Rain
From Falling Down On Your Head
Gotta Play By The Rules;
Rules That Some
in (Why?)
You may need to get in the trunk or in the wind (Fast)
Lost friends, floss for them gloss gems
Often it's thought that I'm lost in
Hang them up by their toes and peel the flesh head to feet
The circle of life and history repeats
PAC
Thrown to the pile, cull, deflesh, repeat
Krishna, New York Times™
I’m waiting for your sign
For your secret code.
Call it on my phone,
Come and take me home.
We don’t want no trouble.
We don’t
mantra reapeting in one's head
Affecting your life - until you drop dead
You are what you have, you are what you do
But furthermore - What others think
Plain to see from miles away
Your world and mine would be one
Passers by stop and stare
It was our day in the sun
I never thought the night would
Mm-mm
Listen
It's like murder fucked up my name and money, listen
Last year's pack, made industry mutuals move bare funny
Fuck it, I might
I'm home"
She can't do wrong by a friend
They fight for attention
And when it all falls apart
She blames it on them and then they start again
I'm walking down this dying land
step by step, walk for walk
The autumn rain rains on my life
drop for drop, tear for tear
When the day comes You
eyes you'll be surprised by what you'll find inside.
No pain, no fear. I'm staying here.
My feet are firmly planted like the roots under a tree.
Just
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it. If it's a dollar bill, spend it
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