Why's this fussing and a-fighting? I wanna know, lord, I wanna know Why's this bumping and a-boring? I wanna know, lord, I wanna know now We should
I don't know you, I never met you For laughs I'll call you Sam You were the son of Mrs. Someone I hope she understands Sam you were all that you had
Say, hoe...yeah! you... Can I ask you a question? Can you get in where you fit in, bitch? Get mad if you want, I won't front Cause I got a new tape
Hey There you sit All by yourself And everybody's dancin' They can't help themselves, come on The groove is much too strong You can't hold out longer
Patrick, you see, I'm growing a mustache And though I know I must ask you Does it really make me look like a man? Spongebob, being a man is just a tough
I was a child, I was on fire But I stayed alive while all else died I held my breath, what could I say? And I closed my eyes like Marvin Gaye But now
Enemy familiar friend My beginning and my end Knowing truth, whispering lies And it hurts again What I fear and what I try The words I say and what I
Hunger grows, Through the town as food is craved... Hunger grows, Through the town as food is craved like a drug. The little food the people have is
So you just stepped out Of the front of my house And I'll never see you again I closed my eyes for a second And when they opened You weren't there And
burn the billboards, they've broke our embrace and gouged our eyes dead are the days of misspent wishes and spoonfed lies brother don't slip, and sister
Patrick, you see, I'm growing a mustache And though I know I must ask you Does it really make me look like a man? SpongeBob, being a man is just a tough
Nothing suffocates you more than The passing of everyday human events And isolation is the oxygen mask you make Your children breath in to survive Well
Ooh, superstar Never drove around in a fancy car Kids looked at me funny, momma she had no money But she always told me, "Baby, know who you are? I say
Though your vessel be empty He will supply For His yoke is easy He will supply He will supply, He will supply Oh, Jesus said that He will supply Though
And now another story of stolen faith and tragic glory They claim to be your friends but all the while they taunt you with lies They tell you what to
Let dem ho's fight, dem ho's they did fought A titty flew flop out singing, knock the bitch out Left right and a hook, a blubber glut shook We all bet
Never givin' up, got to go fuck up Want to locc up, before I smoke up I need time, he need time They need time to free a mind Listen to the messages
We're ready to go Ticking like a bomb that's about to blow It's taking control Pulling at your feet like an undertow You don't really know If
