Touched, you say that I am too So much of what you say is true I'll never find someone quite like you again I'll never find someone quite like you, like
Now the ground comes up too fast Too fast to meet you And the clouds of dust erupting Thick around your feet be careful And the rubble and shrouds and
Montana is beautiful This time of the year What the fuck do I know My eyes are lying again The whiskey is wearing off I'm sobering up Last piss of the
Paint the windows black Candles burn to death Drop me a line Chlorine in the motor Give me the shot Bullet in the chamber. Feed me glass (shoot me up
Not today i'm not Said the greasy disgrace of a man You're the biggest fuckin' loser in town, fuck. Cheapest fuckin' hooker in town, fuck. I can sell
You would look beautiful With wires through your face You would look beautiful With traintracks for teeth I need your love, twistes and sick Broken
[Black Sabbath cover]
Another accident Up on 95 Motor oil blues Zero to sixty cruise You filthy loser, you Sunday driver Why don't you buy me a golden sewer? And paint the
I'm a gamblin' man. Every mintue, every second of my life. Walking here's the easy part. Miles from home in my piece of shit car. Look at me, kiss my
Workin the night shift again Got one more hour in me Shouldn't be near these machines, I'm askin' for trouble. Didn't learn my lesson the first time.
Gifts of silver and coal Cold front moving like a snail Crisp skin, broken legs, "she's here" You've killed summer, lady luck is a fucking whore Made
, do it, do it, do it Until I'm dead Just a blue, blue train Racing through my brain But's a long runaway Trying to make me insane We use throats, strings We all use cables
Wake lady wake The hills are in flood And the road we must take Is a river of blood And the wind in the wires And your heart like a cup And I'm down
then never change Soften a bit until we all just get along But that's disregard Find another friend and you discard As you lose the argument in a cable
It's murda, ha ha ha It's murda, we back up in this muthafucka It's murda Y'all know who we be (Aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin' from the back of
On the first night in the titty club, We was checking out all the chicks. There was black ones and whites ones, brunettes and blondes, Look at the size
I was talking in my sleep, she said Taking pictures making faces Gone lost and incomplete Walking quiet down the street, wasted Searching far and finding
I shit my pants,the toilet was just too far,I had too much of them beans.I tried to hold it in,but my sphincter just gave in,so i shit right through my