this guitar i'm holding is my only friend so i sit alone in the dark in = my room again headlights flash upon my wall, mind's wandering i crack a = smile
to face the fact that i was number sixty-five i know it isn't fair for me to judge your past you've got way more bags than one boy could unpack what
across a bridge up on the second floor me on the couch you on the bed you told me about your lovers i can't remember all the dumb things i said lighters
Born in the Hills Beverly in '63 / Only son of a rich mom and dad / But dad was a jerk and mom did not work, it drove him mad / When mom and dad died,
yesterday, I called an old friend in l.a. we laughed for hours about = those days anyway, he's doing fine I'm glad to say it's funny, some = things never
here i am all alone again with the tv glow and the sound of the trains rumbling and after pushing the smoke from my lungs the late night applause derails
Oh, how I wish that you were here with me, To listen to the stupid song I sing Adjectives and nouns for all to hear, Form an oxymoron to your ear. For
Got a friend who's small in size A fucked up afro is his only disguise Him and Jason, they play the guitar If they could find a drummer they would go
this song is short so your attention won't be required long its just a couple of major chords and a c minor its more than halfway thru only six or seven
You used to sing to me / Threw fits of irony / Before the war between the Spanish and Americans / You used to wear my clothes / And read to me from those
the beast 'cause faster pussycat rocks and so does Judas Priest I love the = spandex that they wear I saw dio when he had hair well I know metal is =
I'm twenty four, I don't own a tie I don't have a job and I love to get = high my hairline's receding, I'm getting a gut I love to jerk off and I = love
All I need / Is 43 seconds / Just a couple of stupid lines / And maybe a couple of words that rhyme / 'cause if I had / Just 43 seconds / Of your so-called
you can try to break my spirit but my core is way too strong your words ring harsh your sentiment unkind unbridled rage can't topple this acropolis bored
Dear John The Dakota's looking beautiful today Azure blue and lonesome grey And a view of central Park Mr. Salinger's masterpiece of anarchy A photo from
Hola Senor / Please pour me one more / I can still feel my fingers / I've only stumbled in / For a tonic and gin / And some hurt in the morning / So turn
you can find out for yourself wo-oh, = wo-oh, walk all over you here she comes walking oh so smart she's got = everything you know diesel boy on her
seven 'cause I won't be back clean your = plate and masturbate and fill the world with pride and joy and look him, = he's such a dream, he's mommy's little boy
