They say the sun an-a shines for all, But-a yin some people world, it never shine at all. Mm-mm-mm. They say love is a stream that will find its course
Oh, it's so nice to see you all inside my dreamy little world And it's so nice to be with all you lovely little boys and girls Make yourself comfortable
Go on and ring my neck like when a rag gets wet a little discipline for my pet genius my head is like a lettuce go on and dig your thumbs in I cannot
Go on and wring my neck Like when a rag gets wet A little discipline For my pet genius My head is like lettuce Go on dig your thumbs in I cannot stop
Well, we can't take it this week And her friends don't want another speech Hoping for a better day to hear what she's got to say All about that, personality
Crises, crises, you can't get away Crises, crises, you can't get away Crises, crises, I need you on my side 'Cause there's a crisis and you can't get
Crisis, crisis you can't get away Crisis, crisis you can't get away Crisis, crisis I need you on my side 'Cause there's a crisis And you can't get away
If you're inclined to complain It doesn't matter He's got greater pain Any crisis takes it's toll Then he'll get down Let the bad times roll You'll
[instrumental]
Smiles cover the surface, As were forsaken on the inside. We have been for sometime. Conditions aren't shaping out as we hoped for, I lay horizontal
Space is always getting bigger time just keeps moving on Take your finger off the trigger you ain't gonna shoot that gun Roads are always leading somewhere
I'm so tired of the stupid games you play If I sat outside would you come watch me wait? If I had a gun and shot it at your face? Would you promise not
esta claro que te apresa tu familia esta claro que las cosas no te van que la vida no se aprende por los libros y el amor donde lo buscas nunca esta el
now just where the fuck have I gone. the days feel so old and cracked and your eyelids close-you shut me out. got run over by your words today, and everyone
He's an invader on a misson. Got a built - in weapon. Gotta stake his claim, Leave his mark, then go conquer all over again. He's becoming a weapon, A
seething in this red world I am nothing. thrown to the roadside I carry the death of the desert on my skin. have you looked into these eyes, feel the
...(you're so pale). the lines of your eyes are weathered. your broken arms can hold me no longer. (you're so pale) now I'm falling down faster. can't