fruit and veg and flotation tanks Are keeping us balanced, and keeping us strong So where would we be without palates Feng Shui and breathing and organic bread Manic attacks and panic depression
as can be You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face I'm almost emo enough to start shaving
way to end this. (Cause it's choking me against my will). Like sneaking out the backdoor and escape into the shadows. Until i'm gone and lost without
of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep [drums] Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought Falling off the deep end without a bungee [Wooo
I'm albino man, I know I'm pink and pale And I'm hairy as hell, everywhere but fingernails I shave a cranium that ain't quite shaped right Face tight,
anything this song's about This jealousy I'll do without Where am I in this fairytale, this nightingale counters what I had in mind and leaves me depressed
dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting
great childhood friend, now everyday i pray and light candles for my best friend, That night i saw you walking back from home down the street, you looked really depressed
token, really, a trifle. What I want from you is . . . your voice. [Ariel:] But without my voice, how can I - [Ursula:] You'll have your looks! Your pretty face
name is arlene on her left forarm are some small scares to see beutiful faces and the call of the flash 40 dolars for a life without choice when the
face Oh I remember every little thing about that day I remember every place Grey skies, you were laughing at the clouds And rain fell softly on your face
Odd (I'm not yet a man) Future (Still not of a boy) Wolf (This our only joy) Gang (Let's parade in gold) Welcome to the inforier of cocaine without
Court casin', third felony facin', no probation My heart racin' like a blunt lacin' Hennessy and malt liquor chasin' My gemstar scarrin' niggaz faces
big daddy kane] It's hard enough for a black man tryin to make it today Strugglin to find the right way So I say, times is hard, word to god Recessions, depressions
We Wanted Then Without Any Fear Or Thought Of Revenge But Then You Grew Old And I Lost My Ambition So I Gained An Addiction To Drink And Depression (
s a little thing you gave posthumously The details all dragged out To think of all the paintings we could be without If Van Gogh had gone and died face
d be a total psychological mess" out of the imbelicus wombdee, this is lyrical lunacy from a human being that speaks so fluently bars of poetry without
no groin I'm gonna spank you without pants And fire aimlessly if you don't come out You daring lousy guy Why do you give me a depression? Your kisses