Come on, come on!. Come on, come on!. . I am overground, Out-selling it. Since God thinks I don't exist. The beatings happen per minute. This is not blue-collar-white-corrective politics.
I've got a crush on a pretty pistol. Should I tell her that I feel this way?. Father told us to be faithful. I've got a crush on a pretty pistol. . Should I tell her that I feel this way.
All our monkeys have monkeys. we drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines. We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV. It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like.
We'll be the worms in your apple pie. Fake abuse for our bios blacken our own eyes.. Grass isn't greener on the other side. We'll set it on fire, and we have no reason why.
The beauty spot was borrowed. Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow. I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard. . Burn your empty rain down on me. Whisper your deathbeat so softly.
I'll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside. But when I get inside I'll just want to get out. I'm your first and last deposit through sickness and in hell.
Ladies and Gentlemen. We are the things of shapes to come. Your freedom's not free and dumb. This depression is great. The deformation age, they know my name.