Know that I could always trust you if I want to But I'm your only fan Find it hard to be a very caring person I know you'd understand I try my best to
Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again Whenever I'm alone
Watch you smile through crooked teeth Make your stand on broken feet You can't hit what you cant see What was once again will be CHORUS Get my ride
This is the coolest party That I've been to Shake your hand and kiss your ass won't Join the other fools Another night, another life I can't take this
I am the son I am the heir Of a shyness That is criminally vulgar I am the son and Of nothing in particular Oh, shut your mouth How can you say? I go
Fuck you and your stupid smile You make me want to strangle you Fuck you and your disco flavor Hot sauce on your snake skin boots Hey, you forgot your
"It's just been too long," is what they're sayin' I show them my mask and they don't know How it's stuck in my head and it just won't go away I miss you
[kool keith] Yes! as we interrupt For sisters out there ovulating Brothers out there... doing private things Let's get busy! [chino xl] I be the receiver
Hope you can't sleep at night ''cause after all the fights Don't try to shed some light For I' m already out of sight I don't wanna see you Don't want
Started liking girls in fifth grade One called Meghan had it made All the guys in sixth grade They say she's one hell of a babe Six guys asked her out
its hard to see when its dark outside waiting for the moon to shine on a dark night. waiting for that call alone in his room. for a call. Chorus: so
Strenghtened bravemen hearts Ride with the pale moon Reach for the source of wisdom In the glare of the guiding star Visions of a pure land As fires haunt
of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli We are all tools of the conspiracy From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P. We are all tools of the conspiracy
What if I told you it was done with mirrors What if I showed you it was all a lie Better be careful, someone might hear ya The walls have ears and
Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy. J. Hill's satanic reign. Ass-lickers King O'Team. Kicker, Kicker Conspiracy x 2. In the marble halls
burned the years into ashen whispers this acrid smoke chokes my lungs - so careless with friends we're given - so quick to reject forgiveness suffering
This ain't a label or a flag waved in the air this is the white noise of frustration and despair drive a knife all the way and let em know we are the
Open wounds can always heal by killing all I ever feel click the hammer and let it go jagged pieces of shattered hope you call it love you call it love