What was wrong with her? Why did she pick a winner? He would leave her every night after dinner She would undress Make him nervous But he would rather
[music: cabra 10/98] [lyrics: dave rotten] grown into a world of preconceived ideals father, mother, sister, doggy and landscaped cottage affectionless
it stops the room from spinning Puncture my lungs Puncture my lungs Punctured lungs I've never felt your emptiness It makes me sick now Obsessive with your reasons Compulsive
Everyone that you betrayed all your words mean nothing I ignore the things you say Full of ignorance Blow out of proportion King of nothing compulsive
so pissed off i can't get it off my mind because it's happened again for the second time i know she'z lying but I believe her anyway because I wanted
Buffalo once roamed The great expanse of our country Now they stand in the sandbox In the corner of the city We had our picnics in the park Watching the
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like
This girl at another table Started singing "Danny Boy" And staring at me With a mischevous grin Drawing me in with her eyes And then she
Don't look back on your lost Days of burning down the ground From where you stand Don't count out on your back The ashes of your last Destroyed heirloom
I don't wanna write I just wanna drink all night On the porch with paddy HEY! HEY! another day starts a new Waste half of the that one too On the porch
Oh, what a tiny boy A little tiny boy A big lifestyle change for me He keeps us very busy Oh, what a child he is He says the smartest things Of all the
Cold floors, landlords Knocking knocking should we let him in Should we lock the door + throw away the key What should we hide first? Should we Throw
Obsessive Compulsive Complainers syndrome is taking over rock it seems like no one feels like they belong all of the kids can relate to self-hate they
What?s the obsession it?s this I was sure a chemical dependence we?ll take care of it we?ll take care of it clinical depression we?ve got your prescription
All I'm thinking is where to go Where to run 'Cause there's so many places to hide Sometimes I just don't think life's here for me I don't even give
I just can't stop, I'm a freak I just can't stop moving my body We just can't stop when the beat drops We just can't stop rockin' this party In my knee
I am still on the loose, with vengeance of hate Thirsty for your blood They have examined my brain but I'm still insane Nothing can cure my hunger
