Whoa yah whoa yah whoa yah yah yah yah Do you wanna ride on my death machine Fucking died in if you love Whoa yah ho yah ho yah yah yah yah yah
Where you been where you been it's the same ole question again What's the use baby what's the use they ain't never gonna turn us loose You got dirt all
Such an intent stare One eye at a time Your talons like fish hooks You are a rare bird The kind I wouldn't even mind Writing in the margins of my books
Check it, check it, check it out Got clout and you know that Large in the margin My drama unfolds behind closed doors Told on the down low, I believe
These berries are eyes Your eyes, my eyes Birds turn their necks Stare at them, long for them For the neck is a fruit Your neck, my neck These fruits
Where you been where you been it's the same old question again What's the use baby what's the use they ain't never gonna turn us loose You got dirt all
Do you wanna ride on my death machine? Fucking die in it if you dare Yeah yeah... Yeah I kill what I need Yeah I kill what I needed When I die won't
papa mama * sad daisukina ice wa strawBerry papa mama mad sukina koneko no na wa strawBerry papa mama sad boku kara nagareta strawBerry papa mama mad
You make yourself so beautiful, You make yourself so, so beautiful And now i feel like i'm going, I'm going to set myself on fire. I'm going to set
[Ljungstrom, Stromblad] Raindrop hits the leaf changing it's position slightly on the street next to polls of monotonous waters He walks Slipping feet
Pine cones and Holly Berries Popcorn for you, apples for me Red striped candy, nut cracker handy Kettle a-bubbleing hot as can be. Snow clouds hang low
On les voit toujours ensemble Nicolas et Marjolaine On dit meme qu'ils se ressemblent Nicolas et Marjolaine Deux enfants nes en septembre Il y a dix ans
Do you wanna ride on my death machine? Fucking die in it if you dare Yeah yeah... Yeah I kill what I need Yeah I kill what I needed When I die won
Sur la photo massicotee facon p?tit loup Y?a tes 2 arrieres grands-parents buste tendu Comment c?etait dans l?monde sepia Comment c?etait la vie avant
You, Standing in the rain Yesterday, mmm. Me, I have to go away, I'll always see you that way, mmm. Two Berries on a twig In the rain, mmm. The twig
There's an angel over Little Laurel So the locals say, Running freely over green hills Promising the day, Her sweet lips taste of dewy spring When everything