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For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
made me what I am
Stopped me from becoming another you
Daddy couldn't save himself, no one ever cared to help
And he looked at me as what he could have
at a time
And showing himself a really good time
Laughing about the way they want him to be
When you get caught between the Moon and New York City
I
himself but will he win this time
Break the weaker mind
Crush the thin white spine
Nothing here is not so sacred
Too big of a cross to bear
Is
And thinks of what mommy says
About boys and broken promises
But he doesn't have that propensity
He's full of passionate intensity
He's full of himself and so
time
But for a moment you almost slipped my mind
Now I can see how sometimes a man can be so blind
Let himself be led astray become the cheating
clocker to presidentials
Bitches run up get their vital organs this the symbol
Even my mental is a rebel longer level more psychotic than the devil himself
that he's being stared at)
Unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself in order to piss his way through my alley.
I am almost has relieved
let him go
He was set beside himself
I miss your voice, she said, and I miss your hands
You bring the water to these desert lands
And when she
Paddy McGinty an Irishman of note
Fell into a fortune and bought himself a goat
Said he, now on goat's milk it's time to have my fill
And when he
lieutenant past the boiling point
Shamefully he wept and crept carefully
Backing himself into an awkward position
Mission complete
Beaten to a pulp you cry
the ones who've earned it though many fought and died at least they tried what's made of a man who helps himself his fortune is made not given lazy men have
bruises he couldn't explain.
And there was nothing he could build
To save himself
Out of biros and blue-tack.
They opened up his cavities
In
himself bought me a mic
But I refused the offer, 'cause God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
My words'll expose George
and a dreamer, with no place to run
A man who's been hoping to touch the sun and
To set himself free, free to reach for the eternal sky
Now I feel the urge
came, and never found himself
We kept the charade going as long as we could (we favor the brave)
I don't want to look back in ten years and say we
Who isn't on this trip for fun
Who wastes himself on every one
I am the one
Who comes undone
Who falls apart when things are gone
Who works
yourself, don't fall over the edge
Stand, I'll be there 'till the very end
Wants to clean himself around but old habits, they die hard
He fought through it
man that was questioning himself
Is telling me that I will burn in hell, I told him well that's very place
That we dwell, besides the only thing
remorse when he kills himself no tears just kill
Shadows cover the filthy body he's soul now rests in gore
Demons takes the whore
The reverend seems
of the resturant
[Resturant Worker] PUT THE GUN DOWN MAN, YOU HAVE THE CHANCE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE!!!
He found himself surrounded by the same four civilians
he met
a chinese guy who eats himself
And have you heard about the dwarves from planet mars
I love my girl with the lifeless eyes
My zombie bride made in
But still remains unable to really be himself,
Because if he were he then,
She would be with somebody and not someone else.
This song is not about me
he'll look around himself and say
"guess it's time for the Judgement Day''
in the year 8510
God's gonna shake his mighty head
He'll either say "I'm
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