After we leave Be all you need Are those Victoria?s Secrets? Let me see What?s your fee? Never mind baby, you owe me For them drinks at the bar And for
[Hook- Rasaq] I ain't never gon change, I'm so gutter My jeans always gonna hang, I'm so gutter See me rollin' on them swangs, I'm so gutter See me grippin
This power's racing throughout these veins An anger grows and forgets my name Breaking down, I see red, there's one more dose Just one more dose to clear
For all the things you said I'd never do For all the things you said that were untrue For all the times you made me feel alone Said I'd never make it
Life's a bitch, then you die, black Hell Hell's Ditch, naked howling freedom The killer's hands are bound with chains At six o'clock, it starts to rain
ive lived in alleyways and ditches eaten things that youve disgarded but i wont be forever watching the shit you do ive slept in horror and drank the
Meet me by the tail lights Meet me here by moonlight Meet me by the river bed And we'll dance Meet me where the sky bleeds Meet me by the needle priest
The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough and it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well, I'm looking
Gabardine roses, tortured vines The sun has been hiding all this time Thought that I'd see you again somehow But the dirt is your lover now And outside
Well I am going down to nowhere Its not too far from here The rain'll be running rings Around this tin pot cavalier And there are skeletons and wastrels
It is spitting like an open fire in a dark alleyway It is sitting on the shoulder of every yesterday It is shining a light in your eyes It is checking
I dreamed I saw St. Augustine alive as you or me Tearing through these quarters in the utmost misery With a blanket underneath his arm and coat of solid
If it's true, a rich man leads a sad life That's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? On Judgment Day, have nothing
I've got these watches, one for each time zone ?How does it feel,? Remy says, ?to be on your own?? Sharing this floor with a dog and a ringing telephone
Spare me the psycho babble the mental rub-down For the third time today I put his record on I caught this ailment on the rebound I'm looking for another
I've got mud on my shoes I've got a hole in my head I've got mud on my shoes I've got a hole in my head It is high fashion It is highly suspect We're
Pressed up against this shop front Drawing faces there in crayon It's a long way from the pockets full of rain And you have walked the streets for hours
She grew up fast as a cabaret show Take her to the frozen earth, God With a head full of coppers like a beggars bowl Take her from the water to sky, God