high, Til I poison the oceans, and blacken the sky. No need being born, horns and wings, Torn between good, and doing very bad things. We the underground
But you ain't really winning homie, you really just good at saying it And you ain't swimming in women homie, these women be calling you desert dick
bad can a bad boy be if he sets you free? Bad boys of rock and roll Mad boys out of control Bad boys of rock and roll how bad can a bad boy be if he
wicked slick talkin' stud I take good gals, recruit 'em, pollute 'em put X in they wood valve To shoot 'em, they chewed 'em up and true enough They would be
. You can go ahead and point your fingers at me, Keep in mind I'm that bitch little girlies want to grow up to be. How the fuck am I a bad influence?
you to die Time to kiss your ass good bye don't ask why ok so my timing's bad but it's not like I havn't paid my dues
cop out or face more than life Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high flames Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad
lovely senorita took me by my hand She said, "Oh, baby won't you be my man?" I'll get yours and you'll get mine, baby let's have a good time Baby won
guard their crop with a slug gun, From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run, So quick, there's kids in the park waiting, These are my poison diaries
And feed 'em, and eat 'em and all the rest of that good stuff 'Cause I don't need 'em only one survivor can remain And god damn, it's got to be the Kane
saddened, sickened, silenced by the sound I am hearing By the stories you're telling just to bring me down You once were so good But turned so bad You
tropical warbler, but the impatient taxi blare, the squawking elderly ibis, and the glass-eye snapper hawking papers I can certainly live without...also be cautious of the poisonous
Hood Was passing through the woods A basket full of poisoned fruit She's absolutely way too cute And it is way past her deadtime The night has just died Good
? Or the poison of ecstasy? In essential harmony should it be To gain the treasure of entity Once again unfading dream Creation of the good and bad Crawling
you suck I can't believe the luck you have It's not bestowed upon me And my pants are falling down I would have another drink except it might be poisoned
give Leave me alone, live and let live Let love grow, let it flow It's good for the heart and it's good for the soul Cheryl "Salt" James: Follow God
be heard by many now But I'll always be amazed by every sound your ever made While building a tolerance to them You made sorrow sound like a good friend
here come the poison Behind my back, all the riffin' ya did Front and center, now where your lip at kid? Who dat is? A mean brotha, bad for your health