You pray for the sheep I get closer to hell I stand on the hill Then I run down I look in your eyes You look for your price You beg me to stop But I
Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while Once you're in, you're pretty much fucked When I was the rat The rat who would be king I imagined typhoid
Hey Mr. Chips, how's the wife? And are the kids still poison? Do you still eat them? Been under the gun, running the guns Say how'd this world get so
Made a man out of me A killing machine Your baby's going to die ma Your baby's coming home You know, they put a man on the moon Simply to prove that
Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do Let's get the party started All born to stay up late No one gets out of this one No one gets out of this Got
me a vision I was a fireman in a time of fires And I was paralyzed A robot heart for a theme park world Whatever keeps us alive Whatever keeps claim to us being
you to eat shit Damn, I'll bring them to their knees Don't leave me now Don't you even fucking think it I'm not myself But somehow I'm still being him
Can you feel me slide in? Can you hear your blood pound? I will think of you in pieces, I will picture us found My filthy mouth, well it makes my mom
Best to smile Best to squeal for daddy Best to revile The baby Jesus, loves the company Must have lost my mind When I lost the car keys On my way out
Between the night and day Lost in the law of averages What would you know Unless you'd lived a life of it? They say the kid sold out in love with himself
I dreamed I was a pigeon Slipping through the heavens like a 747 Everyone left down below Locked in a house of my invention Learning the don'ts of fire
He snuck out of the city The night it had come early She always used to say Life's a dirty business So why not do it While the world's in bed And there
