: Just like every lichen, how you stick to me If your luck is dying, go and plant a tree With artistic license, always comes for free Just like every
: Johnny's always running around, trying to find certainty. He needs all the world to confirm, that he aint lonely Mary counts walls, knows he tires
: It?s horrid to see you again Now that you?re back from the dead It?s horrid to see you again So bored of being you It?s horrid to see you again Now
: I kneel before her, beneath this frozen sky Beneath her shoulder, beneath her evil eye She towers over this male who is a fly My sci-fi lullaby I
: Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul, Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul, Une presence ambigue, Une presence inconnue, Jusqu'a ce
: In our pain and sinning fall Accept peace and whine Going bad and taking all this It's of each and tide Calling bean and sinning call Now I'm
: Well I was lost in conversation When he called you were sick and blue All that I could do Is make your fears come true You see I?m sick and tired
: Consumed by the one's who made her She's a faker, always let's me down dressed up like a capital shaker pull the ???? that judgement let her down
: Penance for his sin, he locked it in for just a little while lubricating creams, sanitaries would only cramp his style it's a dirty job but shooting
: It echoes in my brain I didn't mean it pulses through my veins I didn't mean it I'm the one to blame I didn't mean it did too much cocaine I
: (feat. Jane Birkin) Don't stare at your face with your nose out of place At the wrinkles where zits used to be And remember that smiling uses less
: Some like to dream Some like to live Some like to take Some like to give Some take enough Some take it all Some will rise And some will fall Some like
: Rock boy His genital sack juice mad His delicious apparatus Would flutter and tremble After heated worship He would freeze it in a jar And sell it
: My guy has a tan transcontinental but it keeps me enchained watch an old black and white movie fred and ginger are too sentimental, crying in shame
: The world is run by clowns with trigger happy hands But the world is filled with people that we don?t understand So we?re living in a culture made
: It doesn't hurt me. You want to feel, how it feels? You want to know, know that it doesn't hurt me? You want to hear about the deal I'm making. You
: Patience comes to the ugly, not me laughter comes to the lucky, not me people in my head that won't stop talking nothing in my dream that isn't
: To call it silence To call it smarts Come together some It's slow but it works Sucker ! Before you come on down... Talk to me, selves, Spin around