do is fucking complain 'bout being thrown the wolves, keep in mind the hopes that you have will all be better of lost. Get ready. Float me in a barrel
And it's done, the message is the message is a fraud and it's done, the question is which question you are asking is a dud. And I'm just a mannequin with
worthless drunk's son, these are the cards of a vulture culture, this is the sound of the right place wrong time, this is the mark of a victimless crime
like a good son should. You know I scream like you, scream as a good boy should, to let a good thing go. It's over. I've got a feeling daddy I don't
clean, safe: It is nothing to be proud of, coal burns beneath us and rots. We've got charity, we've got motor oil. There's no substitute for that hope
hour glass, now I'm skinny as a rake, I was born with silver spoons but I'll die without a care, but that's cool. . Fucking new romantics, it's only rock
It's just a common cold, brought on by a lack of trust ,it's just a small stone hanging from an iron cross, it's just a black mark picked up by a fucking
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in the lake but it's a train wreck, we never tangle with the weak. No future? I'll risk it. At least the risks we take are as a unit. When all we've got
this is cutting us up, we're the kids who see the world as an empty cup, with a death note and a black stare and a pardon from a government that doesn
me, I've got the stars kept in a hollow shell and we met the kids who fled from cities to the soil, and flew from Arizona to the shores of Italy, to find a