On the Black Ceasar tip, my dialogue is just like a frank inside of a supermarket, raw dog I'm the untouchable, never to be took out A Sexy Mother..
right now, it's time to put your name on the line. you've wanted you've waited for it all this time. they've set your price, will you sell. or can
There's a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune, And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon, And the Managing Director
There's a woman in the wardrobe singing Beatles out of tune, And a salesman in the corner trying to blow up a burst balloon, And the managing director
Get your bravery from a six pack. Get your bravery from a half-pint. Drink your whiskey, drink your grain. Bottoms uo and you don't feel pain. (Chorus
I'm sorry. For something I didn't do. Lynched somebody but I don't know who. You blame me for slavery. A hundred years before I was born. (Chorus)
You tell me you like the taste You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it looks cool You tell me you want to be different
Maybe it was no one's fault I know it wasn't mine But now that you've moved along I guess I'm next in line I thought we had the same ideas But you, you
I don't wanna hear it. All you do is talk about you. I don't wanna hear it. 'Cause I know that none of it's true. I don't wanna hear it. Sick and
We're not the first, I hope we're not the last 'Cause I know we're all heading for that adult crash The time is so little, the time belongs to us Why
I want to tell you a little story. 'Cause It makes me warm inside. It's about some friends growing up[. And all the thing they tried. I'm not talking
(I) don't smoke. Don't drink. Don't fuck. At least I can fucking think. I can't keep up. Can't keep up. Can't keep up. Can't keep up. Out of step
[POOR MEMORY--SORRY] i'm a bored boy born in the road some say my manners ain't the best some of my friends they've been in a whole lot of trouble some
I'm gonna knock it down Anyway that I can I'm gonna scream, I'm gonna yell I don't want to have to use my hands It's like screaming at a wall It's like
Wishing for the days when I first wore this suit. Baby has grown older, it's no longer cute. Too many voices. They've made me mute. Baby has grown
I thought I had left it behind in another fucking time. When boys were boys, girls were girls and faces wee hard to find. It followed me. All the stupid
So you hate me. That's the way it goes. What the fuck? I guess I'll never know. If it makes you feel better, then I guess it's just as good. You
There are no words for what I want to say. No description for what I feel. It's a non-emotion. It's something gray. Way down inside of me. YOu could
