Give me back my pictures of me.. Me, you and him makes three.. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress,. And i hope you know.. Like a bitch in heat,.
Welcome to Hollywood whore. Wake up in Hollywood whore. My dance has passed. . Combine the throb within the head. With the rhythm of the feet. Say a novena for all those lost.
You scream louder than fiction. And you get down on your knees. And tear open your heart. So I can love you and your disease. . You lick the hand that feeds you.
I drove a tank in on the left. I hid a rifle on the right. When she said, "I see a tunnel. And at the end I see a light". . I see fire on the water. On the right bank and the left.
This is television. Late night television. Scripted with precision. A corner store pulp fiction. Sits where your heart isn't. . But with your eyes so green.
Teen runaway, youth depraved. Your time is almost here. Shimmies and shakes, stands by her side. And whispers something in her ear. You can't go home high, not tonight.
Now am I just creative. Or was I meant to be a killer. Killing lovers in the street?. . Sometimes the most unlikely. Prove themselves to be a liar. Everything you said to me.
She's not it. She's really not it. She ain't it. She's really not it. . You know I'm glad that she's not alive. She quit her job when she was 45. This kind of drama hits me every day.
You ain't loved me right for a while. For your hand and word I'd crawl a mile. . For all that I know. For all that I know. For all that I know. You're still scandalous.
You scream louder than fiction. And you get down on your knees. And tear open your heart. So I can love you and your disease. . Lick the hand that feeds you.
I needed just a hit, one hit. It's a very little hit, I'm sure I won't like it. I needed to be heard. One hit would send me flying. . I got away with murder.
We came and went. too much time was spent. In the flows of the runaway holiday. But you came before me. And now jude can't afford me. Oh I can't believe I'm responsible.
Everybody knows you're a liar, why don't I?. I just heard about your lovin' on the side. You're telling tall tales, girl, spinning webs too big to climb.
Welcoming you to Cardboard City. Where I think they're laughing at your band. Did you have a clue?. . That is was pretty on the gritty bottom of the van.
She want a medal for the things you've done. Well prizes don't come around. As easy as you want them now. She want a mountain with your face engraved.
This is the legend of Christian Palko. . Answer me, body why do you ache me. To keep ambition alive?. Relentlessly, it's you forsaking me. But you'll never eat me alive.
You wanna pop pop pop. You wanna click click click. You wanna shoot. You wanna shoot. You wanna shoot. Shoot everything you came to shoot. Do everything you came to do.
You wanna pop, pop, pop. You wanna click, click, click. You wanna shoot. You wanna shoot. You wanna shoot. . Shoot everything you came to shoot. Do everything you came to do.
And here's a story for the jokers. Who can't face the fact that the truth's the truth. Well I knew a cat named Felix. And if it wasn't nailed down and he saw it, he would steal it.
And here's a story for the jokers. Who can't face the fact that the truth's the truth. Well I knew a cat named Felix. And if it wasn't nailed down and he saw it, he would steal it.