a small-town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
I know just what you're thinking You want someone to blame I know you well 'cause, I always feel the same We always look behind We always look behind
the ground You said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales Keeping their voices down Such were the grounds for divorce
sin for you to get a Mexican divorce Finding love takes so long Walking out, well, must be wrong It's a sin for us to get a Mexican divorce One day
go crazy Got to make a getaway Papa say "Oh haa, no hesitation No tears and no hearts breakin? No remorse Oh haa, congratulations This is your Haitian Divorce
We were the magnificent dreamers. In secret lamplight hideouts. We swore the world couldn't break us, Even when the world took us down. So here I am
Mondays is for drinking to the seldom seen kid I've been working on a cocktail called Grounds for Divorce Whoah Polishing a compass that I hold in my
The food that I?m eating Is suddenly tasteless I know I?m alone now I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare
On prendra le meme avocat Ce sera le tien si tu veux Aie complet'ment confiance en moi La guerre de toi n'aura pas lieu On aura les torts partages c'est un divorce
God That's a risk you have to take Divorce Irish style Unless of course your privileged With a cardinal up your sleeve Hope of an annulment is Unlikely to succeed Divorce
We are children of divorce Spiritual mothers Chemical fathers Wish I learned to love you more Lonesome brothers Trustless daughters We are children born
Bury the hatchet, sever the ties Vehement screams forever haunting every dream Ghosts in silence left to harbour their hatred I feel my blood run cold
the rain fell all night and it kept me awake it was still falling by morning. it was hard to take. and you were sleeping on the floor, breathing free
I know just what your thinking. You want someone to blame. I know you well a?cause, I always feel the same. We always look behind. We always look behind
how many years you thought i'd take yo shit I'm out, I'm leavin you wit the whips and the cribs In exchange for the kids, and my happiness Ghetto divorce
"Ready or not here they come, It's Zombie time." We were the magnificent dreamers, In secret lamplight hideouts. We swore the world couldn't break