Days, you always want to tell me lies You try to sell me to the stars at night You think I'm too uptight Love, you call me on the phone, alone You wish
Want to take a chance, want to wait But it burns cut me what you want But give me just a little more I already know how it's going to feel to let you
Against these tides of war I swim until I can't swim anymore Just like I did the year before Against oceans of class I swim until my lungs finally
[Originally by X] She had to leave, Los Angeles! All her toys wore out in black and her boys had too, She started to hate every nigger and jew, Every
does this endless wrecking ball involve anyone or anything at all be careful how much you take they're watching your every move waiting on your
give me intervention baby, so sweet and slow. half hearted misdirection, baby where will we go? slit wrists are the latest fashion, and your sheets
You say that you got the answers You heard them all on the telephone And now you're telling everybody A major coup in the business zone We got new thoughts
Dry the blood, I'm done Feeling the separation I'm sick of your dried blood This is self control Stop this standard, it never stops It's not gonna stop
give it a rest and then try it again with more soul until you learn that clearing your heads' the same as losing control in this space don't let it
Quiet like an elevator, even the walls are scared I'm dependent on a generator, just to breathe in air Medication, medication, signatures and stares Watching
well everybody i know has one good chance to die to be swallowed whole by the big blue empty sky feel the heavens stare with a cold hard look in
lay her rest with violence and a cold encryption empty casket send her to hell with no prescriptions glue a mirror to the inside of her empty coffin
told you so if you could just let go let's get this right let's take our time let's get this right now we feel just fine we got ourselves untied
L.A. lady you always look so uninspired when you're hanging around living with creeps and loving with liars and everybody knows it's true that all
All the years I placed Blame, put a crown on my head I spent days pointing Out, what my mind was reading No one will ever tell me why Because we live
I'm done telling you that I'm in love What I have will never be enough Come on baby, go live life on your own Everything inside is breaking down And you
What's left of California? What's left of Los Angeles? Sidewalks cry 'cause they're not as high Shooting old dope Rich kid skies are a good disguise
She liked my drugs, I liked her hair She's like a God 'cuz she don't care She had to watch her little brother die What a great disguise, skies are falling