feelings Friends only guess, they can't really say Don't ask my neighbors Don't ask the friends I hang around Don't be afraid to come to me Don't ask my neighbors
yelling Bet the neighbors know my name They be stressing while we sexing I Bet the neighbors know my name My name my name I bet the neighbors know my name Neighbors
I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Ring the bell and call or write us I-L-L-I-N-O-I-S! Can you call the Captain Clitus? Logan, Grant, and Ronald Reagan In the grave
A little girl skips past, with her fingers in her ears. A pair of greyhounds; retired champs tied to a lamp post. She must have been mistooken for
went for my stuff feels like i never left homestead, girlfriend who's broken, upset, feels dead what happened to me public perception is not convincing
people who were tossing up a storm Now the door's locked And the shower's on. And I realize I don't recognize anyone, But I don't mind Well the neighbors
provide the things she wants She won't handle when he's gone He's getting free, he's going long Feeling further as he runs I hope he does Neighbor's
I don't really care if you call me a fag I've known fags who are better men than you And I know you're not measured by what you're called You're measured
my neighbor likes where I stay But doesn't, know, the price that I pay My neighbor!! My neighbor! Myyyyy neighbor... wants what he sees My neighbor!! My neighbor
listen or take my advice Now she's thinking twice She's about to die Zombies ate my neighbors! They'll tear your flesh from head to toe Zombies ate my neighbors
[Neighbor 1:] "Come on, motherf-er. Put your clothes on, come on. Asshole!" [Neighbor 2:] "You lousy puke!" [Neighbor 3:] "F--k you!" [Neighbor 2:] "Why
the night with you Beneath the cherry trees Just make a wish and everything comes true Out the windows of my bedroom Through the backyards of our neighbors
MEANS WAR. Don't take this the wrong way, but I'd much rather choke and die than sit alone and fall without a fight. So call the neighbor kids with
house through december returning from the winter. cold in frozen water. listen to them singing. songs about the weather, tell them when they?re older, how you miss the neighbors
hand in a prayer that my debts will all fail me to the now departing team with their fugitive customs like grieving for us and to the neighbors
Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn, And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long. And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, '
Billy bats her eyes looks into the makeup compact wondering does she really want to leave gave up on expectation now some over sexed maneater wants her
Everything was fine until every little piece broke in two. splinters break every bit of skin, causing emotions to fill the air until they run dry. i'll