been such scary things Of suicide and frozen ice Over my pale body Suffocating December December, December God I hate December Oh, God I hate, God I hate December December, December God I hate December
December 25th, 1986 - Van Nuys. Merry Christmas. That's what people say at Christmas, right? Except normally they have someone to say it to. They have
December 27th, 4:30 in the fucking morning. Sleep? Ain't no fucking sleep here, not with all these fucked up thoughts bouncing around in my fucking head
rained and blamed the weather But inside she strained with suicide letters The kind of cold you couldn't warm with a sweater Hardly lasted past December
Whole World Baby Thats What Im Shittin On Comfy In That Two Seater The Engine Where The Trunk Go Suicide Doors Make Them Women Wanna Jump Off I Talk That Money Shit I Call That My Trunk Flow December
more and I'm free, oh we've been so lucky, yeah we've been so likely to lose. So give in, let's give in. It's all suicide if I hide. Because you
in the same ring Now it's house by the building Where Malcolm X was slain I spring train in the winter Round early December Run suicide drills over and
Kiss me on the forhead angel Before I go to sleep I can't remember if its Thursday or December I've been keeping track of days by counting hangovers And
need paper, mo' than I do a wife If I go broke, I would die Hustle longer than nine to five Can't be broke, got too much pride What's after broke, suicide
it one time, watch the whole world scream back G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating suicide
is real This is not your average love it's forever Last December Mother you have forced us here Last December Father now we'll disappear Last December
called) was written in 1982 by then frontman of the band, Tomaz Hostnik, who committed suicide in December that year. I believe it was his suicide note
in blizzards and fog Opening of the conflagration Thrust to the hostile front Snowed up Russian winter There's nothing shining bright Resistance in December
blizzards and fog Opening of the conflagration Thrust to the hostile front Snowed up Russian winter There's nothing shining bright Resistance in December
they seem so old now And far from the strain Come inside my spaceship To a suicidal winter's closing Take a trip to another end End of december End
want to analyze me For all those who want to analyze me Start it off in the hips, move to my lips For all those who want to analyze me My mother committed suicide
god for my ... Chorus Verse 3 Even though i got love for all my family members only my two favorite girls show me love from december to december so
