Picture of a sold me a whale Yeah, it was a good one I ended up in jail How 'bout a fancy rocket roll superstar With it the backs think your pointing
Mic check 1 2, check it... alright! I was strollin' down the avenue I was strollin down when I met you Yeah on 5th Avenue I wasn't recently dead Replacement
Rock Why is there no fuckin? relief? Wired off your face trying to sleep Caught within the things you believe Falling into traps, you concede I don'
You made a fortune from your sole So now trying resurrecting You drew the map, they found the gold Do I need an appointment Some body looking in your
All right, right on Cowgirl, that song Find something you can sell Then make a war to find it You?re told it So now it?s true No business Somewhere ordinary
Walking in a rain storm Supper in the ocean Wishing I was water Wishing they could sort it out See the garden lover Fighting on the freeway Quickly
the weather vane in the end its all the same not worth knowing time controlling that no-one cares and nothings free with the reasons ending up its easy
such a pity u left today from the city of broken waves all though u promised i've been betrayed 4 some secret that u needed 4 some secret she's the girl
Give them reasons why Fuck the real reasons I was crucified Still the wrong season Now you're looking for a signpost That takes you to home Now you're
Stunned, shoulder on You're stunned, shoulder on you Get what you had to borrow All it cost was some sorrow Go right where you are You say that it's not
government supposed to do? I felt the ground and you were laughing Could it have been the pressure on the pressure pipe? The easy ant farm was a lesson It's easy
And it's all over Sin in the ratty air I got suspended Suspended in the air I tried to kiss you But you were never there I went looking Found you everywhere
mike check 1, 2 check it Alright! strollin down the avenue i was strollin down when i met u yeah on fifth avenue i wasn't recently dead replacement.
rock! why is there no fuckin relief wired off your face trying to sleep caught within the things you believe falling into traps you concede i don't need
You made a fortune from your sole So now trying resurrecting You drew the map, they found the gold Do I need an appointment Some body looking in
all right right on cowgirl that song find something u can sell then make a war to find it your told it so now its true no buisness somewhere ordinary
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