Woke up with the shakes on the bathroom floor The sun is shining, I felt like drinking some more Sunday?s takeaway welded on my Elvis tray It?s a pound
On a first day of Christmas My true love gave to me Clap and I left her
Grandma gets new, dentures To eat the crust on, pizza Taken out by her, daughter Because she thought, she oughta Kids are eating, Snickers Because they
I?m a family man, I wasn?t born to roam But it seems like every Christmas time It makes me farther from my home I love singin? my song, but it get?s
Night sets, psychos at the round table gather Nicely baked fetus placed, spreading A scent of shrivelled flesh and hot urine Ultimate form of freak cannibalism
walk on by pants too tight and hair's too high your mind's made up and you're not alone but all i see a misinformed reality it's time to think 'cause
Wakin' up feelin' good and limber When the telephone it ring Was a bad man from California Tellin' of a stone he'd bring And of better days From this
[Slug] She lost one to pneumonia, gave the other to prison and now she spends mother's day sitting in her kitchen Looking at the pictures of her past
Thirsting, waiting... - I drank a sulphur feast Then, silently...in an instant. Your flesh become me ...and I was forlorn My grave rose to the west...
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Who? Who am I to be blue? Look at my family and fortune Look at my friends and my house Who? Who am I to feel deadened? Who am I to feel spent? Look
My misery has enjoyed company And although I have ached, I don't threaten anybody Sometimes I feel more bigness than I've shared with you Sometimes I
For hearing all my doubts so selectively For continuing my numbing relentlessly For helping you and myself, not even considering For beating myself up
You're unsure and you're not ready So that must mean I want you You're unavailable and disinterested To you I look for comfort A million times in a million
I had disengaged to avoid being totaled I would run away and say good riddance soon enough I had grown disgusted by your small-minded ceiling To imagine
Entertain me for the tenth hour in a row again Anesthetize me with your gossip and many random anecdotes And fill every hour with activity or ear candy
We come to you Jesus the Lord, the Christ The Lamb of God sacrificed We hunger, Lord, for your presence here Fill our hearts, draw us near For at that
There's a rabbit in the log and I ain't got my dog How will I get him I know I'll get me a briar and twist it in his hair That way I'll get him I know