Muhammad my friend. It's time to tell the world. We both know it was a girl. Back in Bethlehem. And on that fateful day. When she was crucified. She wore Shiseido red.
Hello, Mr. Zebra. Can I have your sweater?. 'Cause it's cold, cold, cold. In my hole, hole, hole. Ratatouille Strychnine. Sometimes she's a friend of mine.
Life lines and suicide crimes, he found me in a state. Grabbed my purse and hitched a ride with a Missus Jesus. "How you been?" I've been cruising a good invention.
Go, go, go, go now. Out of the nest, it's time. Go, go, go now. Circus girl without a safety net. Here, here now, don't cry. You raised your hand for the assignment.
Five a.m. Friday morning. Thursday night far from sleep. I'm still up and driving. Can't go home obviously. So I'll just change direction. 'Cause they'll soon know where I live.
go to bed the priests are dead. now no one can call you bad. go to bed the priests are dead. finally you're in peppermint land. . he's a merman. he doesn't need your voice.