Come on over Fix my head Cleaning up My garbage soul I still know Our arrangement But all you leave is My garbage soul If you're looking For something
Your killing my God's babies It's not a fetus not a blob Your ripping her head off God did not create Man to kill man Did not create A human garbage
Spoken: I'm really proud of you Homie but can the garbage man reall do all those thing syou said? Oh the Garbage man can Marge the Garbage Man can. ::
like alligator bellies 'Til the cloud burst Honour and a loud thirst submersed in a trap Little drummer boy verse' thunderclap In a city of garbage,
my apartment Lights out I'm in the dark again I'll wait for someone to rescue me, to save me But if she throws her heart away I'll be there on garbage
walk with an impure mind revelations unkind abject dental of the flesh I feel endure and make my mind its never time to start believing everything will
All that's left is my heavy breathing, a place where my head spins Everything in between has come out, it's calling me up, it's calling me Do you think
I've got a fever, come check it and see There's something burning and rolling in me We may not last but we'll have fun till it ends C'mon, baby be my
In my happy home, I barely breathe In my lovers arms, I find relief And there's a sky that's changing and a bird that sings I never once in my wayward
I wish I had a metal heart I could cross the line I wish I was half as good As you think I am Now that we know for sure They're telling lies when they
Don't care what they have to say No point in listening to them anyway Why do you have to give them what they want? They love to watch you as you fall
Love can be so strange Don't it amaze you? Every time you give yourself away It comes back to haunt you Love's an elusive charm and it can be painful
No evolution, sometimes it depresses me The same old same, oh, we keep repeating history The institution curses curiosity It's our conviction, sex is
It's been a crazy time for us Of pushing all our limits Snappin' necks and breakin' balls And you'd have done the same You were bakin' biscuits While
Everything you think You know baby, is wrong And everything you think You had baby, is gone Certain things turn ugly When you think too hard And nagging
I'm no barbie doll I'm not your baby girl I've done ugly things and I have made mistakes And I am not as pretty as those girls in magazines I am rotten
The boys wanna fight The boys wanna fight The boys wanna fight The boys wanna fight But the girls are happy to dance all night They know best how they