Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, broken home Black eyed, broken home Black eyed, broken home Black
Run away from all your boredom Run away from all your whoredom and wave Your worries and cares, goodbye All it takes is one decision A lot of guts, a
Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a leitmotif More chaotic, no relief I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that never
and the sliding mud She's preparing for the flood Running on black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market
Slip and stumble at my first offenses It's not treason, it's no lie You talk in paragraphs, I write my sentence It's not treason, it's no lie It seemed
It's in your reach Concentrate It's in your reach Concentrate If you deny this Then it's your fault The God's in crisis He's over It's in your reach
I'm careful not to fall have to climb your wall 'Cause you're the one who makes me feel much taller than you are I'm just a peeping Tom on my own for
I was hanging from a tree Unaccustomed to such violence Jesus looking down on me I'm prepared for one big silence How'd I ever end up here? Must be through
Days before you came Freezing cold and empty Towns that change their name And a horn of plenty Days before you came Counting breaths inside me Even crack
You're the one who's always choking Trojan You're the one who's always bruised and broken Sleep may be the enemy But so's another line It's a remedy You
I wrote this novel just for you It sounds pretentious but it's true I wrote this novel just for you That's why it's vulgar That's why it's blue And I
Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can
Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets [x2] Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can stand in line And touch themselves instead
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: Days before you came Freezing cold and empty Towns that change their name And a horn of plenty Days before you came Counting breaths inside me Even
: Revolution, dope, guns, fucking in the streets (x2) Aces take your time Queens are left for dead Jacks can stand in line And touch themselves instead
: Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a leitmotif More chaotic, no relief I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that
: Come back to me awhile Change your style again Come back to me awhile Change your taste in men It's been this way since Christmas Day Dazzled, doused