The sunlight reflects in your eyes Your tears ceased to flow You're back in balance The fallacies leave you alone And your nightmares are replaced by
Rock Marcy, so stop spreddin' out malarchy My rap anarchy, blaze more wigs than Barbara Sharpsee I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo,
Oh yeah Walked in the club with my girls We were ready to party I'm a ten that's why I don't have to spend, no ID when I get in Drinks on hand, drinks
How could you do it? I couldn't say Years built on sand June until May Second to second Lied even while you held my hand It's death for the living Yes
Try as he might he's unable to speak He grabs her by the hair, he strokes her on the cheek The bed is unmade like everything is Dark little heaven at
God that was strange to see you again Introduced by a friend of a friend Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before' In that instant it started to
The first time in your backyard Underneath the plastic sheeting Outside, it was pouring And we were drunk as shit Next time at a party When all our friends
You don't know what you do to me I cannot speak I cannot sleep One more touch and I fall apart There goes my beer There goes my heart Upside down in the
I hear your voice in every corridor I see your face in every picture frame I feel your eyes in every starry sky Lover, am I coming home again? Now am
Ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho Now you see it, now you don't Has no bones to hurt your throat Good and sweet, nice to eat If you like it, just repeat I'll set
Drop in, hey Call us degenerate, heads in a purple haze Breaking our necks with crime that pays It's the war of Rolex versus renegades So place your
I try to reach your outstretched hand. Oh why do I? I try. I fail you. I try to reach your outstretched hand. Oh why do I? I try. I fail you. Strike
Anyone could light a candle, But not the way that you do. Anyone could light a candle. Just like a flower in the rain, You are unique, the same. Each
Light a candle for the old man who sits staring Out a frosty windowpane Light a candle for the woman who is lonely And every Christmas is the same For
Schoolyard freaks are freezing Down getting teased again I'm looking back and down And watching it go by Down at the stockyards, cattle screaming The
My, my what a mess we've made Of our pretty little heads these days It appears a heavy wind's Blown through here recently Best wishes have been made
14 hours ahead, a head that's heavier than lead And I've got toothpicks in my eyes, a smile more yellow than the sky I've got a song stuck in my head,
The sunrise fills your eyes, cannot hear your cries Pleading, "Please just go away, I can't take another day of this" No surprise, a surplus of lies,
