I can't get rid of it So stained by my own thoughts Because today I'm just a beggar
I can't get rid of it So stained by my own thoughts Because today I'm just a beggar (Thanks to Pascale for these lyrics)
: I can't get rid of it So stained by my own thoughts Because today I'm just a beggar (Thanks to Pascale for these lyrics)
I'm the maker, owner, cream of the crop Felicha you erection to the top I can't seem to get rid of these fuckin chickenheads Word to the mother drop dead
my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin' Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum Flip the dial change the channel if I can't
city And I swore And I swooned As I swept back somehow to Austin, I don't remember how Scared of what I had wrought But terrified, I didn't get what I
feel You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming
get rid of the cold I'm still pretty young but I look much too old I'm so tired I'm so sad I'm so tired I'm ALMOST DEAD I still don't know if I was
You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming into
the city. And I swore, And I swooned, As I swept back somehow to Austin, I don't remember how, Scared of what I had wrought, But terrified I didn't get what I
feel You can throw it out in the rain You can whip it like a dog You can chop it down like an old dead tree You can always see it When you're coming into