back to her side. just one throught through all time to me his way to her side to me his way to her side her side her side (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies
on the tables are turning it sounds like you've said this hundred times each louder, more boring, and high... (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these
a dirt free proposition all signs of those who left (4x) all signs of those who left (6x with more powerful instruments) (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies
things, start praving, Say goodbye three times it's just a waste of waste of time. All your ladies kneel down and say: Ooh (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies
s big dinner. look at their faces and down into their eyes and the vacant, glaring, certainty of nothing, ever, anywhere (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies
a mother's love, a murder in his pocket, with no skin cover up. ride, he rides, two-bit thief, train down South serpent tongue (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies
skin, the memory half dust, just shapes of fading rust, that moves when she's alone, and speaks to no one home (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these
the wall standing the right way your smile turns into grimace and your face is at it's thinnest and you bruise (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies for these
waiting up, I'm willing burns are fine they're serious, the things I see your mouth saying the words come out. run, run for your life, run for the take
