Lyrics:
to the landing floorboards
Working out when we'll be safe
To dash the mattress to yr bathroom
Where I ball my fingers into fists
Until my knuckles glow bright
How do rumours get started?
Started by the jealous people
They get mad
See something they had
And somebody else is holding
They tell me
in sight
She's startled by the stereo upstairs
A daughter's heart racing toward a flatline with no brakes
Toward a glow-white E.R. to match
to night,
There's a hot little baby by my side.
D! Is the dial your fingers dance.
Give it to me!
You! Under the spell of romance,
Can you let me get
I!
remains unopened
You have two fears fingers crossed
And you're hoping that you won't be that ordinary
That it won't be long
There is a paper in your
a wife
He whittled out 4 kids, a swimming pool, and a big Lear jet
And so he wouldn't miss Saved By The Bell well he whittled a TV set
He whittle if it's
Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In
What are they waiting for
They don't know
They just keep their fingers crossed and maybe
Pray to mary
Or jesus christ
I can hear them
recording started, this song was among those that were veterans by that time, and, in fact, we even recorded a rough demo for 'Complain'. One of the notable
Words that we rehearsed and we've conversed and now we curse
And we're waiting for the rest of our lives to pass us by
Oh to be bold and brazen
a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be
motels
I stay home and try to better myself
By burning science books
Once I tried to masturbate
And finger my own ass
When I marry I'll procreate
Hands off
and winter forgotten
Moving forward through rusted iron gates
Rediscovering distant lost memories
Minutes flying by as the scene darkens
Scurrying across dew
Keep up this everyday is Saturday attitude,
And hope the work just disappears.
If I don't lift a finger long enough,
Everyone is bound to forget
Hanging out late with my friends, having fun like punks will do.
I never thought those days would ever end so soon.
But time goes by and all your views
to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication
The poetry that comes from
alone
Laying face down in you're own blood
With nowhere to turn
Everything from your finger tips to toes burn
Heat sets skin deep
Open up your eyes
You stole something that I can't put my finger on
But I know it was you
So don't come around trying to look so smooth
You took something that I'm
(geah)
I feel the pain cause where I live thangs remain (right)
Outta control and ain't nobody here to blame
We point the fingers at each other
We got
She wore a halo of fire with wings wrapped tightly around my throat.
Her blood covered fingers traced my face.
And its days like these that make me
off pullin' my penis
Throwin' up the dub so much that I got atheritis in my fingers
Ride and rhyme, and get her high with illegal ???? bread
Y'all
so tight
I can't put my finger on
What you're doing right
Yeah, yeah, there's something
Bout you, baby ,I like
Yeah, yeah, there's something
my back, deaths conscience in control
Slimy green fingers molest deep into my soul
Lost in satire possessed by nothing higher
From the tallest
want to come right and you want it
If I start to concentrate
I can accumulate
Forces shielded off by hate
I will create then duplicate
Now that
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