Come out little mosquito, and prove you are my love. Preach to me a strange obsession poised on a highway of blood. Highway of blood... On a highway
I warned you not to cry. I warned you not to sing. I warned you not to sleep around... sleep around...with everything. I warned you not to go. I warned
Lately he's been drinking alone Dreaming naked by the telephone Bolting doors and getting stoned Locked and loaded and he's losing hope Ohh And as the
Oof! God I want you! God I want you! Right! Oof! God I want you! God I want you!
Raise a glass and have a toast for our lives, But just don't stop at one. Dressed in our finest with our rosy cheeks aglow. We face the dying sun. All
Looking back across the years on a million unshed tears how could i have held them all oh the price that i have paid for all the love i never made someone
Here we go... I am of alien intelligence. At least they say so. I could show you anything. Unless I want to. Many people run away from me. I make them
Honey on my tongue. I wish I could be a bit like you. Paper in my teeth. I wish I could be a bit like you. I've been made a pet. A chain one mile long
Good morning, children! How nice to see you again. I hope your ready for your lesson today. To build your spirits will help: We'll start erasing the self
Peter stood there upon the mountain Surrounded by all the infidels And as his gaze surveyed the landscape Crosshairs dancing in his eyes Peter's
Go to the window, boy. Become what you would destroy. Feed yourself on disonance. Make your belly grow... and take heed of the cry of all the sirens outside
Whithering up to die... letting it all go... Look inside, and say goodbye. Look around me now... and say hello... say hello... hello. I'll be with
By now I have learned There's only hope for me if she says so And when all my bridges burn She'll finally be the only road I know Oh she understands
See I have no place to go. Broken head has made me whole. Yellow stone below me, yellow sun above, Dying in the middle when the pushing comes to shove
Protect you. And serve you. Keep you down. Yes officer, big law man. I love you too, you motherfucker. You motherfucker!! A good catholic man, make
Go and tell the Captain the waves are growing high. and anyone washed overboard, leave them here to die. Go now, tell his mistress, who lies in sheets
With every twitch of the brain comes a thick, black chain. Now see the body's a beast, and I am a rider, and whither the beast goes... so shall I. Shall
Peter stood upon the mountain surrounded by the infidels. As his gaze surveyed the landscape. Crosshairs dancing in his eyes. Peter's cry from the tower