My senses, how their impairment embitters me. With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such fire. Maintaining this caricature lacking opposition
stand side by side in mute. No longer will the world claim ignorance of our names. Knee deep in human waste, our hands and mouths full of innards. The
It seeks to be released. The fragments of a once brightened disposition are blackened in misanthropic disgust of all that has unsettled from within.
your forgiveness. Oh, Death, eternal requiem, how your decaying hands shall stay my feet no more. My head anointed in disgust, it irrigates these veins. With
to earn your love Down in this part of town Dirty pearls and a patch Follow the Remington Rebels Let's raise hell in the streets Drink beer and get
And get up and get my own I was never the type of kid To wait by the door and pack his bags I sat on the porch and hoped and prayed For a dad to show
with you all night I wanna rub you down, I wanna kiss, caress your soul Make your body warm and cold Do everything sexually you ever heard" And she hadn
knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me, the sky's
to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders
head like my daddy had and my daddy dad and my great great great great grandpa had a real crazy swag so i stand today then get down and pray that the second is now and
? She asked for one more dance And I'm like, ?Yeah,? how the hell am I supposed to leave? And I said Yeah, yeah Shorty got down on me and said, ?Come and
with two pony tails Bitch I'm hotter than going to hell Oh well and the money is my only mail And I'm the God sippin' syrup out the Holy Grail Oh well And
with them boys, this I promice you, you pussy Through changes So I got porsche's and hummers to deal wit the anguish, oh, oh Acts live, but only if you speak the language and
in the USA, and about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town
, can you spare a dime? Once in khaki suits, gee, we looked swell Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum Half a million boots went slogging through Hell And I was the kid with
And "don't let it go to your head," now N.o.r.e., I'm still good in the bed now And we can break up, move on and don't make up The last kiss
hell off the Henny with the thugs And smoking something I saw you wit your girlfriend acting like You're cousins but cha really wasn't Plus I caught you with