Chews the fat with his creator Over breakfast in the sunlight Though when he says grace, when he says grace He feels enveloped like a shadow But there
Here she comes a-ridin' Well, burnin' down the street Here she comes, a fuckin' big boy Feel the New York heat 'Cause I want some pussy, yeah, yeah Yeah
I'm not ready to leave this world Bring as big a people Well, no one told me about them Sometimes well, it doesn?t seem to matter But I'll make mine
Yeah.
Look into my face now Stare into my eyes Hell fire in my veins In my veins, in my veins In my vein, yeah I can see through your eyes Well it's no disguise
Did your walls of sin Crumble at your feet? Does the blood on your face And in your hands taste too sweet? And in my mind You were looking fine, well
Do I look blind, or deaf, well, or dumb to you? Don't you see burning pictures on my face? It didn't take long to figure out what's wrong with you Fuck
I want a girl and not a pearl I want a girl who'll take me home A kind is nice and will get me Where I want to go, yeah There's been a lover to ignore
Darkness imprisoning me Feeling that darkness in me Me and it's you and I run over you So let me be Swing low into the blood off of me Me and lie on the
Goddamn son of a bitch Goddamn son of a bitch Goddamn son of a bitch Goddamn son of a bitch Goddamn son of a bitch Goddamn son of a bitch See the young
Give me now Give me now Give me now Give me now Give me now Give me away Give me a fucking reason A reason I should stay Kill for business or for pleasure
In the middle of the highway As you ride down the road Just get that feeling It's all so black and bald And then there's my face When you're drivin'
I feel you rot, I see you fall. I hear you say I turn away. I see you retch. I feel no less. Though I don't believe your words. I understand your pain
You ever had a day like I had today When things are stacked up bad? yeah You look around and every face you see Seems guaranteed to send you mad And
I think she was a middle-distance runner (The translation wasn't clear) Could be a budding stately hero International competition in a year She was a
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire Laid by the father for the son Good shelter down there on the valley floor Down by where the sweet stream
In the dark of the city backwoods Something stirs then slips away Law and order in darkest Knights bridge Crime and punishment at play Hey Mr. Policeman
The poacher and his daughter Throw soft shadows on the water in the night A thin moon slips behind them As they pull the net with no betraying light