Turning the knife buried in your stomach I woke up alive black with stain glistening and new the sunset's coming fingerpaintings of the insane come on
Flower girls play lover Grave games in the courtyard I heard her Screaming like a radio Mary Lou left marks on you She just screams at the walls The kite
Hunter of tears, relative to pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood
Sarah, settle down Put your helmet on Walk through streets of gold With cigarettes you hand rolled I don't know you But I don't owe you a thing But
I thought, that I wasn't right Or I'm in example sucker I had reason, reason to try To win something Gotta fight Last pener, last pener around I was nut
Tonight I'll fight with dream it's always unkind this drem 'bot him oh, fuck, it's cracked My lover visits me my lover frightens me nasty pig's kissing
First World War ... Second World War ... Third World War ... Fourth World War ... War between the big and small War between long hairs and skins War over
Your daddy didn't tell you You're a joke of the summer night Yeah, You're the fifth wheel, Over your corpse no one will cry. So you are burning, wrath
Baby, I wanna see you tonight I love the stink of your body Let me show you what I can Honey, I'm a real man Since you left me, baby I'm broken, I bleed
Free. Truly Free. Land of the Free... What freedom is yours when you're not allowed to say: Fuck you Fuck you Motherfucker Cocksucker Fuck you (4x)
School's out, it's time to party We are the freaks, the town's in danger Joyriding in my dad's corvette Our style is tough, we couldn't look stranger
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Free. Truly Free. Land of the Free... What freedom is yours when you're not allowed to say: Fuck you Fuck you Motherfucker Cocksucker Fuck you
...and still I dream about the colors Or was it smoke that surrounded my thoughts When I was sitting in my garden That black Monday (momentaaninem pimeys
WEAR YOUR GLASSES WELCOME TO THE EARTH WE'RE JUST A GRAIN OF SAND ONLY FULFILLING A MINOR ROLE IN A LARGER MASTER PLAN CONQURING OURSELVES TIME AND TIME
This is the last song ever written About trains and brains and rain Ain't it a sin? For these good lyrics, I have no fears They've all got roles, plots
go Under the acid rain No one sees us cry under the acid rain Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain Acid rain, acid rain Under the acid rain
she goes tripping, I go falling over We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid Everything she say I was thinking anyway We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid
