knew said it was true That's when even strangers knew our names Ten year's later sighed "what a shame" We were electrocute To make the point again is
Like a flash of light in an endless night Life is trapped between two black entities 'Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun No way to prepare
slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch My mother made my tits out of clay My boyfriend told me that he'd take me away They dragged me to the
Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz, Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster, Rhoda, Penny Robinson How could she? Why don't you love me anymore? Quite upset, angry, just
you'll learn, so be prepared Enemies are equal to Wrath times the speed of fright squared If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you... you-
I don't wanna be me anymore Ever throwing at his house Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are blue Could it be worse... quite doubtful
My reflection as that shadow's blessing my death Last soul in agony meet machine tragedy God if you love me, then why won't you set me free I don't
for compassion is to suffer Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes My shortcomings I know caused her grief Still she loves me
each one a year - disappear Arrows fester in my heart Each memory another dart Love and death both colored red Showing my past, the dream is dead Another
[pastime music from "The Munsters" TV show]
shipyard pictures Giant living there I used to know Author of the testosterone scriptures Where did you go? Now I remember what he told me that time
what you've been taught Just get me off this life support Just let me die, with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Life is killing me
Forget the jar of Vaseline Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen And yeah, You can drool, beg me and hope There's no damn way I'm playing drop
it confused I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa, red
a nigga get meals and his bitch get him killed In this American dream to get some cream You're ownin' a Beem and your face in magazines 12 O'Clock maintains
confused I'm talkin bout that one three, s-h-o-t Nine millimeter kill 'em off of me Make 'em freeze Kill for my nigga that'll kill for me Infa, red,
To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life The price of my ice is sky high, I'
change me It's not your life It is mine and This is what I want now I don't need help from you If I'm killing myself It's my life to take It's all for me