Lock me up inside my room Leave me without toys and food Keep that monster in my bed Just remember I'm not dead You forget my memory lives way beyond
these things don't belong on my list at all culture is white mixed with red but I won't be caught dead one day I'll try to give the world a view
Out of the woodwork, keeping hidden where they hide Par for the course, the highest horse on which they ride The devil's grin, illness is in so claim
Pulled into a truck stop...my luck is over The plan is failing....i think not
I've seen it done like the way the dogs do I'll think it over, we're standing into Your phony life but now it's all dry Can't take it you will see Not
I want cheese but I can't digest the shit I'm on a leave in the middle of washington These are some of the things I can't eat It's yogurt, milk, and cheese
You better watch out, you better not cry You better not pout I'm telling you why Cause I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you! F**k! He's making a
The first time I saw you I thought that I Would just make another And then I realized that in life you were Just another mirror The first words you spoke
You know what makes me happy The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag I found my indecision The product of the media grime And now I'm on the
the psychotic dress the senseless feature it terrifies every living creature predictability is wearing thin groundbreaking practice for the preacher
"Sink Into The Underground" I can't breathe I can't get this out Don't know and I can't explain But still I feel that I will... I'll be the only one
Mustard uhh behold Hahahaha A story that I rather not have told Of a mustard mayhem! I'm riding and I'm running in my sleep From mustard man He chases
You know what makes me happy The things that make you sad The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag I found my indecision The product of the
vital signs are slow and steady so attentive still not ready as I was just about to say you are the one that's over I am sporadic movement you are
arrr uhhhhhhhhh guhhhh Who's there? ah uh ah *grunt* Now get outta here. huuh, you fool get the fuck out! mmhhhm You ready? You Goddamn better believe
A stable place in the scheme was all that you asked for, You find it hard to concentrate through the laughter Use the height of competence, to break
I wish you a sucky christmas, I wish you a sucky christmas, I wish you a shitty christmas, and hate Richard Gere I wish you a shitty christmas, I wish