The ending's always sad when love moves from good to bad wheels roll to a steely grave crunching gravel on the way where daffodils once lay ringing bells
I was driving around this godforsaken city Where everybody is homeless or they look homeless I was drawn to the piers and they looked to me like Two
Three blind mice See how they run They've had enough They've got a gun They don't wanna test shampoo anymore They're not gonna smoke ten a day, what
I love you What are you going to do about it I love you There I've said it I love you Ain't nothing you can do about it I love you Not going to change
hearse (poor fuckin' punters, please spare 'em) They just love each other, male Brighton hip hop crews They scratch each other's backs, and screw each others
nasty now don't you say a word I'm not being nasty 'bout the girl next door I'm not being nasty when I say she's a hmmmmmm I'm not being nasty 'bout Eminemmylou
a wanksta Despite what you say, your raps are really ranksta If this rap shit is so easy, why canstya It's a God given gift, so God thankstya 'Cause you ain't got it like Eminemmylou
I want to be (in Party Town) Clubbers club round doorways hit by strobes Diners dine in heaven under big fat neon globes Gaudy bulbs on the pier, then grand chandeliers Others
Well my daddy died I know he wasn't perfect 'cause he made my mamma cry But my daddy died and I feel bad inside I got a week off work called compassionate
Hi I'm Eminemmylou I told you before No Country Ah but it's hip hopry, it's country and hip hop What the fuck are you wearing anyway, you're not coming
You make me feel Suicidal and murderous You make me feel A helluva damn sight worse You make me feel Unnatural, Unclean You make me feel Like a worn
Dear God, you've got to intervene The whole damn world has gone insane Half dosed up with atropine The rest prepared to get gangrene All made out to
