little dark side Play a little hard to like Just try to have a little fun Stickin' it in stickin' it out motherfucker Are you shittin' in your own back
's high, everybody get high Make the dead wake, c'mon, get ya head game All the people freak with the freaks and the geeks Is a blow job out of the question
they are They obviously are How many times can we look at your face and Believe every word you say? As much as you think I'd like to live in your shoes
frame Gotta live dreams burning in the flames Nothing can defeat me your creature is unbeaten As long as I am feeling the pain Burn your wings, you bang Your
might be lost and crazy I'm telling you that it wasn't me in your house Just like a car crash I'm in your nightmares I need your contact You can't hide
Hey Mr DJ, put a record on I wanna dance with my baby When the music's hot I never wanna stop It's gonna drive me crazy Music Makes the people come together
Thinkin' about the days Got my head down, lost count Break down, fall down, really hard Thinkin' 'bout the days At the bottom of the food chain Break
No more wanking your wanky young man Get hair on the palm of your hands You think I'm going blind 'cause I do it all the time A sin that I'll never understand
CRIME PAYS! CRIME PAYS! Waste of mother fuckin space In prison eating steak Anything and everything about it's just a migraine Someone give me strength
bla bla Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla Things to do before I die, if fixing me is hopeless. Save the world or find a cure, like stamping out
care about? Do you care if you fade away? I can't relate to losing faith Losing you, I feel afraid I see your pain I'm so ashamed To see your face I
you're sorry No last day to make amends Dead bunny Mantam, Mark became a trap man Could've been anybody's little friend We don't kill a fat man, can I have your
cha. It was an encounter I'm not likely to remember. I said keep my name out of your mouth. There was sabotage in the fuselage of that 747 heart of yours
We are the ones with the radiating eyes We are the ones who have a fire inside We are the ones, only we can recognize We've been rejected, we've been
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful Just like kisses on the necks of best friends We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not just
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "just friends" We're the kids who feel like dead ends And I want to be known for my hits, not
