Nothing more That there's nothing more Nothing more That there's nothing more Nothing here's the same It's all a dream Life on a movie screen And I'm
Get siked man, get siked man What's your direction Tell me what's wrong Tell me what's right What's your direction Think about somebody else For the
It's in her head, it's in her mind She can't believe it Can't believe she's running out of time And any hold that she can't find Something to lean on
It's a long way from Miami to L.A. It's a longer way from yesterday To where I am today It's a long way from my thoughts To what I'll say It's a long
Everything I know tell me she's everything That I could hope for Everything I know tell me I can't let her Walk away I took my time to find the words
With blankness staring back at me And gleaming from the pages, I feel the fear of apathy Gripping me, pushing me on top of everything In the corner with
I've walked the route of filthy obscene And it's made me sick So fair to say I'd sooner leave behind Take it on the chin, son You know that it'll do
' around Till I huff and puff and blow your little house down Now let me back up and get me a good breath I swear by the hair on my chinny chin chin
, ?Listen up, silence, can't let it go, got to get it out" Listen up, silence, can't let it go, got to get it out Chin up, chin up until it touches the
that you'd break your neck to keep your chin up You'd break your neck to keep your chin up You'd break your neck to keep your chin up Back to when
(background vocals) Hey! I'm only fourteen Sickly 'n' thin Tried all of my life Just to grow me a chin It popped out once But my dad pushed it in Why
say I'm the one who lied I cross my heart and hope to die Never say I'm a clueless tease And most of all don't itchy chin me All she said was she was
to you Don't give up, Tommy Atkins Be a stout fella Chin up! Cheerio! Carry on! Keep a stiff upper lip When you're in doubt, fella Chin up! Cheerio
de corpo Leva pro espao a certeza O teu olhar muito louco Faz perder a cabea O teu olhar muito louco Faz perder a cabea nesse xadrez chins Que o meu
[911 dispatch] 911, forty reporting [woman] hello 911, help me, help me [911 dispatch] what is your emergency [woman] there's someone in my house, there
When you look in the mirror, Does the image you see reflect the latest fashion? May the victors' validity be measured? By who has the longest 'hawks?
a bitch if she can't rub the balls like a gypsy. Who's all in? Since you put yourself on my dick I put my nutz on ya chin... Muthaphukk whatcha heard
bottle back to keep us filled up. Back to where we started, Losing who we were, Everybody knows that, You?d break your neck to keep your chin up. Open