talking dirty-oh yes... How much I long to be unrecognised And lead a quiet suburban life And be a half-forgotten dream And a wife... Nobody knew it could be hell
close I can see their snapping jaws open and close Hell's lunacy is in my brain, insane And panic is now a part of life A victim just waiting in the
died something died in there To see simplicity in any mortal thing is a gift few men have What makes a killer a madman it's not disgusting it's sad I dream
stacked 'specially in the back Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (Thanks, mom) Can I get some fries with that shake shake boogie? If looks could kill
to get to my destination at the train station where the guys are waiting for me Eee-hoo Just to tell me, eeee, what a jackass I can be Went through hell
be on you Fred, your face is all burnt" Fred got mad and his head started steaming But I've thought what the hell I'm only dreamin' I said please leave Fred so I can
say I should chill before it kills me But so will a car crash or a nine milli And I aint even mention cigarettes or airplanes So grab a sprite heres a pint we can
die I awake but light has disappeared... Maybe it's died like me in this dark hell Black days, blind nights, Redemption-shouts from my heart, In the killing
m in agony!! Can't you understand Despondency commands my agony!! And I'm waiting to die alone& As I'm drowning in sea Of abused visions and shattered dreams
on She was a waitress she looked real tine The little temptress was so divine A symphony of cheap perfume and pretty stale red wine She can wait
Movin' on the double, 'cause we ain't tryin' to see trouble Dreaming and sceaming, it's gonna be a bloodbath Gotta sniff it was if autograph for ya whole staff Stick up but wait
of innocence that i direct onto my master i'm damnation in the waiting, your fate you can't deny i'm the hole in hells own dungeon of enslaven afterlife
dream This mothafucker tried to greet me with wealth I never knew that I would see that day That I would meet the devil himself This nigga was eagerly waiting
, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth, you can't hurry beauty like you can't escape
Ode-ode-ode-O You ain't a hater can't tell Either wish me well, go to hell or go to Yale Study human behavior so that you know who the hell You dealin
Uhh...yo! I can't hear myself on the mic! Uhhh....yeah maybe I can! ugh! First verse: spm Now take a trip off the trip let me trip you out Cause I'm
sung from The Bridge to Astoria Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters