The good times are killing me, here we go Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on Shrug off shortsighted false excitement And oh what
Woke up this morning and it seemed to me That every night turns out to be A little more like Bukowski And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read But God
Your gun went off Well, you shot off your mouth And look where it got you My mouth runs on too Shouts from both sides "Well, we've got the land But they
You were laying on the carpet Like you're satin in a coffin You said, "Do you believe what you're sayin'?" Yeah right now, but not that often Are you
Well, I've got some good news, can't wait to tell you I realized I missed you, since we've been apart I just needed time to make up my mind But I'm in
You've been rejected, deceived and neglected by another girl Now you're locked in your room inhaling toxic fumes Because you're thinking about her It
On some mentioning of thoughts and of mid-twenties tangent plots Those sad feathery talks that float on all that Tattered teenage applause clapped out
This is not the way I saw anything happening I'm only older, screaming over destiny tonight Don't hear my laugh echoing through your jealousy I just hear
Gimme the bad news Yea, tell it to me straight I can take it I'll start on the countdown I've got about a minute left for you Someday, I'm gonna laugh
You're making this hard for me I'm cleaning the mess I'm in Please don'y pretend 'Coz you're just the same like me Like me What did those angry stares
Every time I turn on the TV click to the news and I see is bad things happening People dying and people killing and everybody amplifying destruction
You don't know, so don't say you do -- You don't. You might think that things will change, But reality intrudes They won't But take my word -- You paint
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news Whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the
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Yeah, well, I picked peaches in Georgia And I've lumber jacked in Maine Been hired and fired and been in jail In 'bout every state you can name Hell,
Trouble, more trouble can you get anymore Slow bubble boiling on the bedroom floor Lonely ain't lonely, someone calling at the door Someone lovely and
Didn't you know i was waiting on you Waiting on a dream that'll never come true Didn't you know i was waiting on you My face turned to stone when i heard
Sorrow comes like a thief in the night and leaves me cold and sad Lord please Lord send a word from her cause I need some good news bad Why did she take