Lyrics | Song |
The jury's sleepless, we found your weakness | |
Cerebral rape and pillage in a village of his choice | |
Screwed us both again | |
And I'm sleeping with my clothes on | |
'Love Me Do' I think it was | |
They're polyhedral! | |
When we're wrapped in polythene | |
Tommy's got his six-string in hock | |
Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean | |
'Til you died, but you're still alive | |
So put an end to this idolization | |
Philadelphia, Atlanta, L.A. | |
Cramping styles is the plan | |
Small things so sad that birds could land | |
I hid behind anger, held back the tears | |
Now take a look, tell me what do you see | |
Lost and loaded | |
Can't live for tomorrow | |
Jesus Christ, deny your maker | |
Cut of cord, warning signs, never show | |
I find bliss in ignorance | |
Love is free love me say hell yes | |
Across a young man's room | |
The sweeney's doing ninety 'cause they've got nowhere to go | |
Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee | |
Shine of your Japan | |
Some specials and rat food | |
Goes down to a bog and warms his feet | |
| Lyrics | Song |
One goes to the morgue and the other goes to jail | |
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! | |
He'd make us hold his construction boots | |
Look back to the Spring of '85 | |
List'ning to the Muzak | |
Shacking up is all you want to do | |
Rock bottom's where we live | |
Winter solstice | |
All my friends are Indians | |
Headin' for another joint | |
Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do | |
You could 'cause you can so you do | |
That's when they fall in line | |
Thunderbolts in the eyes of a gambler | |
A fake Jamaican took every last time with that scam | |
Condescending smile trying to forget | |
It's a nice day to start again | |
Until the last drop is behind you | |
Single file through the door | |
Hot-shot, give me no problems | |
Sparkle someone else's eyes | |
Like Romeo to Juliet | |
Tune up, prepare, I make a lot of money | |
I'm not insane, I'm not insane | |
Cash in! | |
This art does drown | |
When she talks, I hear the revolutions | |
Nevermore encaptured | |
| Lyrics | Song |
I've got a funny feeling and it won't go away | |
Feeling all the bumpers | |
Better start kissing some ass | |
It just takes some time | |
Words can be weapons | |
For the kill with the skill to survive | |
Majordomo Billy Bojangles | |
Why, do you think I'm broke? | |
Are you ready to rock? | |
Lion slicer | |
Double up or quit, double stake or split | |
Ah, **** | |
Here you go create another fable | |
Let it flow like a mud-slide | |
'Cause I've burned up every bridge I ever built | |
Stared at TV for an hour | |
No, I mean it, you're it | |
She sits in bed with a dictionary | |
Now there's no more oak oppresion | |
She loves to laugh | |
The dice have been cast | |
Cannot kill the family | |
Gotta have a friend in Jesus | |
The businessman got rich | |
Bugged out burglarin' | |
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire | |
A girl can do what she wants to do | |
The water is so yellow | |
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