Story of my life High school seemed like such a blur I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections And in class I dreamed all day 'bout a
a song! [Chorus] What to do tell me what I gotta do I can't sustain - not the way I'm missin' you So I turn the radio up Looking for a melody But nobody
I need a song What to do? Tell me what I gotta do I can't sustain now the way I'm missin' you So I turn the radio up lookin' for a melody But nobody
With flash of chipped tooth smile Each cities secrets buried beneath In this campaign of vice, drinking song's a reprise A slow blur existence, wading
pariahs through our veins Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain Oh to ye wicked ones and oh to blood a reaper's song Demons born of man?s sickest
ho Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long He pecks a few holes in a tree to see If a
on her own See her dancing all alone, again Tell my thoughts I will go home Singing like a drunken dove Dreaming like a bum in love Singing like a drunken dove Dreaming like a
shapes are blurring Under miracles of snow Weave a circle 'round him three times You have to plan your moves at these times Our hearts are breaking One more song
could drive too fast, like a midnight sleeve, As if there was a way to outrun the grief. Now I'm just wonderin' how we know where we belong. In a song
you have me on speed-dial For your eyesight is too blurred to text me any words I've got no bone to pick with you Don't be a mournful dog, I just want
I'm looking into double mirrors Could you make it any clearer Everything's such a blur It's not my turn It's hers to get hurt On a late night Coming
made a lot of emcees quit It's a Shystie phenomenon you can't ignore I'm on your airwaves, in your high street stores Jezze jezze now should I take a
to me Time has come thank god for words. A thousand threats I?ve heard before And tore your words like to ... It?s a paradox, a mystery, a riddle. A
, through it, Every where you go, (verse 2)see my life is like a song and i think i know the words, and as i start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur
long will rap last if it only had corny MC's Arsonists settin fires three-sixty degrees, BACKDRAFT! Who wanna start a trend, when it shouldn't even be a
A song stuck in my mind Are you feeling alright? Don't mind if you ask me once Discover me like emptiness A defense for a broken heart Still offers a
[Bonustrack] [Blur cover] Woo-hoo! I got my head shaved By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and