Please, please, please, please, please Won't you give your love to me, me? Please, please, please, please, please Won't you give your love to me, me?
your destination After your darkest hour the sun will come around, oh This is life Yo, I don't care, I don't care if this song don't sell one copy
Man that stuff is dead He'll get his eight arms ripped off, goin up agaisnt the dreads 'Ha, ha! Now Dr. Octapus, who you think you grabbin? The god can
x Little girl trapped in a cage copied suicide breath For if actin our age means talkin like sex And the weatherman's too drugged out to tell you when the sun
that stuff is dead He'll get his eight arms ripped off, goin up agaisnt the dreads 'Ha, ha! Now Dr. Octapus, who you think you grabbin? The god can never
your darkest hour the sun will come around (Royce talking) This is life Yo I don't care, I don't care if this song don't sell one copy That's not even
darkest hour the sun will come around (Royce talking) This is life Yo I don't care, I don't care if this song don't sell one copy That's not even what
