Widows an antique replacement a briefcase filled with mace widows six legged lost and found students spray the kent state mist wishing wills missing
Cut and paste were you sitting down on the beaded impotence of new orleans? a hint of suspense when that telephone rings this is forever it paved a wave
Valmara valmara valmara flechettes kiss me with the lisp of your shrapnel caress lost this arm, lost this leg lost this diving board just a belly flopped
They say that thirteen is just a number a double agent funded in the secret of the hive and the workers and their lives all sweet and honeycombed a hunger
In the humble stence of nativity hummed the smell of television snow a faint S.O.S. flickering riding on the coattails of their ground zero neighborhood
Nothing ever changes except scenery rearrangements in the affectionate hands of horsepower assault best keep your pants on, boy behind the armor of fault
yes this i know... comes back tenfold at the bottom of a french blue pool roamed the drunk chipped tooth of the man in the moon burn furnace burn at
Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's black and white tv with the sound turned down is it mono or stereo? lending aneurysm satisfaction in the fruitless
This is the accent of the halfhearted land does it all make sense now and if the ship was built in bottled sand does it all make sense now the anchor
Well it's hit or miss Upon the gate walls Are the guards asleep? Bayonets and all And the search light is coming We built this tunnel We shovel with
Sucks me in, taking a ride and i'm wishing for the satellite grabbing vein pulling down on the radio laughing at the face that's bending down i'm all
smoke after Catch you at your show, snatch ya Empty out the dough faster Bentley off the scene, magnum Mo' splasher Four-packer, Southside nigga spittin' coke at
dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda She drive
your corner and flex the nine You must be out of your mind A real Blood will put you out of your mind So stay the fuck up out of my hood Or my niggas
hoes is like casinos, pistol blow somethin' So anytime a bitch approach me, I see some dope coming My main focus is tricks who be out ho' huntin' But
?" Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones And
us out Put one of 'em out, I'll punch 'em in the mouth Full of drugs, feelin' good I dare ya fa ta look at me, fuck with me, what nigga? Knock ya out
then some I always see them at the casino bossing and smebbing Surrounded by a whole bunch of people placing they bet and Sitting at the gambling table
