Lyrics:
to help you
I was there in Roman times
Drunker than the thieves
He cried and cried that night
I tore my tear-soaked sleeves
Now that he's gone
He's
A blood-soaked dollar
I cannot get the spot out but
It's okay it still works in the store
Greasy man come and dig my well
Life without your water is
off the land
I thanked them and headed for Oregon
The trees were the walls of my home
But the rain soaked my bones every morning
And the chill
that said Brinks
I'm a Sphinx, snorted so much that my nose just broke off, think
I'm alone again, clutching a loaded Glock soaked in chromium
Hoping
the ghost of violence
Fear the God of detriment
The land on earth is soaked with blood
Hear the screams of the helpless ones
Axes yield and daggers fly
hang soaked and dangelin'
Silently from all the blooming cherry trees
In tiny nooses, safe from everyone
Nothing but a nuisance gone now, dead
I could work
I only want you to be obvious
I only need you to let go
We don't need the shelter
And we barely feel the rain
We've been soaked
It appears to me
Quoting alarms
Guillotine smirks
In your house I smothered
Sight unseen
Sworn to harm
Ground to a powder
And soaked through
disappearing from me
That's not what I call funny
+A grand don't come for free+
[Chorus]
Oy, soaked to the bone in me jeans
You want me to stop?
I
the wife the news
She fell in shock, the baby kicked,
And shed a tear inside the womb
I breathed in, I breathed out,
Soaked the gound up with my eyes
the sky.
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked
With sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them
us safe
From waves
Of subcutaneous problems that our government
And our accents
And our parents
Have us swimmin' in
All that sin
Has soaked us
about four seconds the ether will begin to leak
Who want to hold hands with this sicko malnutritionist
Soaked in newspeak?
Dissolve into
I walked the old eroded streets
A million miles now have gone behind me
Walked in the room, soaked up its fumes
Surveyed the faces I am lying
I'm a lonely man walking lonely streets
I'm soaked to the skin with the pain of my unease
From such a strained existence
The tension in this world
riders in the sky
Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't
and a home cooked meal
But for now I must be satisfied
With this double super-duper half cooked burger
And a side of grease soaked french fries
Well the week's
somebody that's just like daddy
She's the princess of Little Italy, trying to find her way home
The rain caught me on Jane Street
Soaked the crease
downtown
If I had my little way, I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun soaked in bowls just in the shade
Movin' to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
the sky.
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked
With sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them
the wicked triumph on Earth
These loathsome paracities that cling
To the cross, the cloth and the skin
Soaked in the blood of man
Not the body of Christ
This
the sky.
Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked
With sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them
sad
I think of him
I think of him
Soaked all in red
I wish him dead
You say that he
You say that he's
Nothing like me
But how can that be?
What
their eyes were blurred, and shirts all soaked with sweat
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd but they ain't caught them yet
They've got to ride
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