one hundred bottles of beer on the floor. one hundred bottles of beer. less than twenty days from drowning in the last five years. a ring sucked from
Up to my ears in bitter tears Can't believe I've sunk this low As I walk the plankton inner sanctum Got outta Dodge, sailed on a bon-less bon voyage You
time, the in between time If you work your thing, then I'll work mine We came here together so we could have fun Me an' you, baby, goin' one on one Now
Games we don?t want to play Same winner everyday Kill for the second best Feel no more, feel no less We have our minutes cut We lose our feelings but
cry 10 men's tears as it disappears With the passionate atmosphere Took your glove as a souvenir Left the other on the pillow as I stroked your ear One
I cant stay the exact same way now be realistic Music evolves that?s being artistic There?s just one thing that stays consistent Its just Jesus first in every single lyric Hopefully that?s apparent I care less
them Seldom is it When one inquisits Do they leave with this interest In fact most begin crave the business Bringin' me to the table That's it no more no less
atmospheric domes of the Outer Planets. We have had peace since 2062, when the surviving planets were banded together under the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less
could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower But darling I have "Less Than an Hour" (I... have "Less Than an Hour") (I... have "Less Than
skin begins to cake with frost Inhaling algid thinning air into my icy lungs I scream for help, my breath turns to snow No one hears me in these soundproof
I wonder how clear it must look from there to here No obstruction, this selfish corruption All in this atmosphere No fear, less tears, only time to
that give pleasure to your eyes. It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never need to wonder how or why. We are the Priests