Smokeless lights up There's no way that I can go Through the heroes that I owe Task force, marched out With the people that I know And the records down
[Brad] Give me a Bud and a slice And leave me alone If I want your advice, I'll ask ya They tell me caviar's nice, but I wouldn't know So what's it to
Smokin' like a dreamer Don't piece me in Tear apart your headache Take it in your rib tee Check the placcid league fight It's your symbol Choose what'
DON'T PIECE ME Smokin' like a dreamer Don't piece me in Tear apart your headache Take it in your rib tee Check the placcid league fight It's your symbol
I found these plastic parts and wires Let's split me open at the seams And rip out everything inside Make room for all these new machines Sew me up and
When life's got you down and you can't make a sound 'Cause love has forsaken you When you're burning on fire but have no desire To put out the flames
I get a little tired Looking through the trees Sitting on the 405 Hoping for a breeze Everybody's gunning You got something to see I gotta sell this
Chances are when said and done Who'll be the lucky ones who make it all the way? Though you say I could be your answer Nothing lasts forever no matter
I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had
Augie Nieto's got a story to tell you Though it's hard to hear him speak He caught Lou Gehrig rounding third one day Now he's happy as he'll ever be
There was a time a long, long time ago Chevy's and levees played on the radio No cell phones, just 20 thousand lights Swaying on a Saturday night, alright
You fight for peace, but where's the war what the fuck are doing this for You say disarmament thats the key well thats not the way it looks to me You
Like us all you want the very best of life A car, a house, a neighborhood that's nice With flowers and trees and lots of little kids around Where public
Yeah, uh You know what this is The fat gangsta Maybe it's the TS chain (I got 'em right) Maybe it's that Escalade (Come get 'em right) Maybe it's the
[Hook] Watch yo mouth when you're talkin to me, I'll knock you out (One! Two!) Piece definately I hold it (down) For my block, for my hood, for my sector
Satisfaction of deluded senses, to cater to the fear's expenses. The sound that violates, the love that always hates. As it breaks me down, I enjoy all
I've tried not to let anyone in until now I guess conversations never allow And I've been feeling like I'm on some sort of marry-go-round And I know,
For everything there's a reason We don't always need to know, yeah We fear the light of those that leave us The ones that burn twice as bright Or the