addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter = your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got = you penciled
could show you, I could = easily show you. You may say I live on easy street, you can think = anything you want to think, come by some time my door is open to you, = where
I guess sometimes I'm lucky when I go, for whole days at a time without = thinking about you, and ask myself why, but then I find I'm traveling, = traveling
addiction, but when you finally did you didn't skip a beat, or alter your inflection. Where do you live? You change your home so fast, I got you penciled
much? Why do you stop to talk to me? I'm deaf and dull with apathy Dead men are the silent type Tied off too tight with the hype Did we dine and did we
for my dad to never come back I'm stoned and my mom ain't home And I'm waiting for my dad to never come back I'm such a fuck up I can't believe I did
pitch right in Gotta do your bit to help out Happy harvest for everyone Little spoonful for you Gotta dig gotta grin Gotta pitch right in Gotta do what
baby you look like somebody ooooh to know like a rose comin out of a photo all your lipstick shows I don't wanna make you cry I don't wanna even try
Explain away the obvious in a single breath Your eyes betray your countenance they're signaling distress Your wagging speech is withering and clothed
plans to fill my absence Even though I?ve been gone too long I can stamp my foot and split in two But I?ll be whole before the dawn. Say I?ve been to
a person talking Well I look into her eye suspiciously they're pale When I saw his lips talking telling me a freaky tale Yeah, so, so what I said, was
Old crow of tobacco road Wears a greasy smile all day long ?? ?? If you got a malady She'll sell you the remedy Her domain transcended time More suitable
Why did you invent the need To die in my direction? No point to this except for That look of yours Why did you invent the need To die in my direction
who i entertain I'm not concerned with the spectacle i make I'm preparing to make a big break Paring down the list of things to take What i leave behind
Anger used to serve me well It provided much needed fuel But now it keeps me bloodied Black in every avenue Wrapped up in my reason Till I can't prioritize
just'a good ol' boys never meanin' no harm beats all you never saw been in trouble with the law since the day they was born straightnin' the curves
Dismal little pad so small i'm almost standing outside Back to the workplace i go Murder eight hours a day, no, make it nine Dressing my face an open
miss in misdemeanor when she stole the beans from Lima tell me where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? oh tell me where in the world is... oh tell me where
