Is that a turntable? Well, get on it it's your turn Who gets laid, the chicken or the egg? How about the MC that has just been led To a renegade teacher
From the brightest star comes the blackest hole You had so much to offer, why did you offer your soul? I was there for you baby when you needed my help
You're down there shooting blanks From broken guns You fire all day long And still not hit a fucking one Don't wanna know what Some sick [Incomprehensible
Dinner whispers, "come and get it", poses on a plate We shot it twice with anesthetic, still it bites the waiters Till they're bleeding in the loo So
Crawling through the path, trying to win this wrath I can see things unreal here trying to find a real sense to my life all I see in front of me is black
I can tell, by the way you're pushing crumbs around the table You're not listening to me And you say, that you have come as far as you are able But you
Lord bless your children who walk in perfection who manage to Master your will Give them their share of sweet milk and wild honey Provide bread of life
Get up in the morning 'bout a quarter to nine Get home in the evenin', too tired to make time Give me the lovin', I've been waiting for all day You're
Gotta get back, gotta figure out a way I'm losing, my senses to you Where'd it go? The bluebird I should follow Back home, but where is home? Guess it
I waited for you No one helped me through I can't believe in you And nothing is true Following you around Shoveling through our problems I don't hate
Sidetracked down the middle Never saw it coming, what a surprise It's been a wonder Electricity tells a story It's a sound getting near as fear is watching
Briciole di baci Briciole d'amore volano nell'aria e con un gaio mulinello si rincorrono nel vento. Queste briciole di baci, briciole di gioia nascono
Mentre soffoco dal caldo, ti avvici e come un gatto, balzi sopra i miei pensieri e mi confondi, come al solito, sai prendermi mietolico, sorridi quando
Gotta get back gotta figure out a way I'm losing - my senses to you Where'd it go, the bluebird I should follow back home? But where is home? guess it
Quante cose ci dividono lo sai oggi che abbiamo fretta ed amarsi e difficile i tuoi occhi che sorridono a meta calamitano azioni e parole le solite...
Take this breath in my chest. I crave death and nothing less. Slit my throat 'cuz I'm better off dead. My life has been wasted. Keep me around as if
I've gone and lost a day...
