bite the hand that feeds biting off more than you can are you sure you got the right hand skilled and all because this left hand spit have you been crying
It's incredible the way you made me look forward to another miserable day. And from the days to weeks to months, you'd be surprised how it adds up to
Can you hear it? Like an invitation Can you feel it? It's a revelation The flavor of the month Is busy melting in the mouth Getting easier to swallow
Just 18 I've seen the world Done more than some their whole lives unfold Still at school just saving face But a month today I'll be leaving this place
I'll take another photograph Before the old one fades It reminds me of those things that past And quickly passed away But it comes on in the early night
you spoke so loud. another know it all. another six month face. inside you're dead. slowly shed your skin. convictions fade. another six month face. inside
A month of Sundays, law enforced The church's new torture is now enforced A month of church every day Is what they want without delay Backed by
Badman's woman with that look in her eye You stop to wonder as she passes by Something inside you is never the same Something outside you is always to
I am the last person you can call don't even know how we've met somehow all begin must lead us into an end I'll finish this shit this month, day ten if
[MEG] When we met in nineteen thirty-eight, it was November When I said that I would be his mate, it was December I reasoned he would be the greatest
I used to work for harvester I used to use my hands I used to make the tractors and the Combines that plowed and harvested this great land Now I see
It's Gucci, two times, Gucci, Gucci The empire need when I'm passin gas With my entourage, no gas masks I'm in my old school, with the george tale When
in my time of dying all i've grown to be english can't define these feelings i keep waiting there's a strange time called trying that's vague like us
(L. Cohen/traditional) Hallelujah was originally contained in Leonard Cohen's VARIOUS POSITIONS, while Last Month Of The Year is a blues traditional.
GUENEVERE: Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! That lovely month when ev'ryone goes Blissfully astray. Tra la! It's here! That shocking time of
(At The End Of The Money) I paid the bank note, the car note, an' yes, I paid the 'phone bill too. An' then I turned around an' I found that the house
Written by Bob DiPiero, Dennis Robbins and John Sherrill I paid the bank note, the car note and, yes, I paid the phone bill too And then I turned around
I'm surrounded by walls They grow closer when I sleep And the ceiling falls When I try to stand up on my feet I'm looking for doors They disappear when