Texty:
Pray For The Soul Of Betty

editing You've got me spinning around your tornado Then keep on making me pay You've got me comming as soon as a ? But you got nothing to say It

went traveling down the avenue she wants to feel all right deprives me of the medicine then feel the drift in all of life close your eye's when you

?The woods are oh so dangerous Don't you wander off in them Let me take you by the hand And show you The way? To Fear? Trippin' over myself Flying

know, I know I didn't get enough Let me show you some of my fucked up world Do the music turn you on? Do it make you higher? Baby, are you down For

day she turned 16 Got up in the morning, yeah she split that scene She knew it all along I guess she knew, she knew it all along Made for the border

You've got me spinning around your tornado Then keep on making ? You've got me ? as soon as a ? But you got nothing to say It's the same old story The

land is the best for the best man Rise up, pick your line, end distraction Why don't you pick today to be the day That you decide for the first

Forgive me my presumption Seems to be a problem here Cannot weigh it all ? But the signals crystal clear O, like animals We hear the calls The curtain

Why...don't you...pick today...to be the day That you...decide...for the first time not to lie Do you talk to death Overfed and programmed What's the