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- Hey Ladi - 02-18-2002
Chris Isaak
Somebody's Crying
I know somebody and they cry for you.
They lie awake at night and dream of you.
I bet you never even know they do, but somebody's crying.
I know somebody and they called your name.
A million times and still you never came.
They go on loving you just the same, I know that somebody's trying.
So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can't be me, I know when,
Somebody's lieing, I know when somebody's lieing.
( Guitar Solo )
I know that somebody's lieing, I know that somebody's lieing.
Give me a sign and let me know we're through.
If you don't love me like I love you.
But if you cry at night the way I do I'll know that somebody's lieing.
So please, return the love you took from me.
Or please, let me know if it can't be me.
I know when somebody's lieing, I know when somebody's lieing.
Oh I, oh I......
- Luna - 02-18-2002
<center>Cry A While
Bob Dylan
Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
A nasty, dirty, double-crossin', back-stabbin' phony I didn't wanna have to be dealin' with
But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile
Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile
I don't carry dead weight - I'm no flash in the pan
All right, I'll set you straight, can't you see I'm a union man?
I'm lettin' the cat out of the cage, I'm keeping a low profile
Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Feel like a fighting rooster - feel better than I ever felt
But the Pennsylvania line's in an awful mess and the Denver road is about to melt
I went to the church house, every day I go an extra mile
Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Last night 'cross the alley there was a pounding on the walls
It must have been Don Pasquale makin' a two a.m. booty call
To break a trusting heart like mine was just your style
Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn to cry awhile
I'm on the fringes of the night, fighting back tears that I can't control
Some people they ain't human, they got no heart or soul
Well, I'm crying to The Lord - I'm tryin' to be meek and mild
Yes, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, there's preachers in the pulpits and babies in the cribs
I'm longin' for that sweet fat that sticks to your ribs
I'm gonna buy me a barrel of whiskey - I'll die before I turn senile
Well, I cried for you - now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
Well, you bet on a horse and it ran on the wrong way
I always said you'd be sorry and today could be the day
I might need a good lawyer, could be your funeral, my trial
Well, I cried for you, now it's your turn, you can cry awhile
</center>
- Hey Ladi - 02-18-2002
Son Of A Preacher Man
Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along
When they gathered round and started talkin'
That's when Billy would take me walkin'
A-through the back yard we'd go walkin'
Then he'd look into my eyes
Lord knows to my surprise
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, mmm, yes he was
Being good isn't always easy
No matter how hard I try
When he started sweet-talkin' to me
He'd come and tell me everything is all right
He'd kiss and tell me everything is all right
Can I get away again tonight?
The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, Lord knows he was
How well I remember
The look that was in his eyes
Stealin' kisses from me on the sly
Takin' time to make time
Tellin' me that he's all mine
Learnin' from each other's knowing
Lookin' to see how much we've grown
And the only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, oh, yes he was
He was the sweet-talking son of a preacher man
I guessed he was the son of a preacher man
Sweet-lovin' son of a preacher man
Ahh, move me
- Arpikarhu - 02-18-2002
Artist: BACKSTREET BOYS
Album: Non-album tracks
Title: Papa Was a Rolling Stone
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember
'Cause that was the day
That my Daddy died
I never got a
Chance to see him
Never heard nothin'
But bad things about him
Mama I'm depending on you
To tell me the truth
(Spoken
Mama just looked
At him and said, "Son,
CHORUS:
Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his
Hat was his home
And when his died,
All he left us was alone"
Hey, mama, I heard Papa call
Himself a jack of all trades
Tell me, is that what sent
Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg
Borrow or steal to pay his bills
Hey, Mama, folks say Papa
Was never much on thinkin'
Spend most of his time
Chasin' women and drinkin'
Mama, I'm depending on you
To tell me the truth
(Spoken
Mama just hung her head
And said, "Son,
- Luna - 02-18-2002
<center>Oh Daddy
-Fleetwood Mac
-Rumours
Oh Daddy,
You know you make me cry,
How can you love me,
don't understand why.
Oh Daddy,
If I can make you see,
If there's been a fool around,
It's got to be me.
Oh Daddy,
You soothe me with your smile,
You're letting me know,
You're the best thing in my life.
Oh Daddy,
If I can make you see,
If there's been a fool around,
It's got to be me.
Why are you right when I'm so wrong,
I'm so weak but you're so strong,
Everything you do is just alright,
And I can't walk away from you, baby
if I tried.
</center>
Edited By LunaBabe on Feb. 18 2002 at 1:01
- Galt - 02-18-2002
<center>Givin' Up the Nappy Dugout
Ice Cube </center>
visitor: Yeah, is Cheryl here?
father: Who are you?
visitor: Tell her Ice Cube is here
father: Who?
visitor: Ice Cube.
father: Ice Cube? Man I ain't letting my damn daughter go out with no damn Ice Cubes man what the hell you talking about man. I brought my daughter up man in a catholic school, private school, man what you want with her. I'm sick of this bullshit.
visitor: Yo man, let me tell you something...
<center>Your daughter was a nice girl, now she's a slut.
A queen treatin' niggas just like King Tut.
Gobbin' up nuts, sorta like a hummingbird,
suckin' up the Lench Mob crew, and I'm comin' third.
Used to get straight-As, now she's just skippin' class.
Oh my, do I love to grip the hips and ass.
Only 17, with a lot of practice on black boys' jimmys and white boy's cactus.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, but I gotta be brief:
a lotta niggas like bustin' nuts in her teeth.
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she's Catholic,
that don't mean shit, cuz she's givin' up the ass quick.
Quicker than you can say "candy", the bitch is on my Snicker...and oh man she
can take on three men built like He-Men;
her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen.
Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang your
pride-and-joy, I mean daddy's little angel.
Tell the bitch to get her ass out the house,
cuz your daughter's known for givin' up the nappy dugout.
I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains,
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!
I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains,
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter!</center>
father: Look motherfucker, you better get from in front of my house with that old goddamned bullshit. You curly haired motherfucker. You better get our of here with your lying ass. You're a lying motherfucker.
<center>
Mister, mister, before you make me go,
I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe.
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad; get her all alone and out come the kneepads.
I know she's a minor and it is illegal,
but the bitch is worse than Vanessa Del Rio.
And if you decide to call rape, we got the little hooker on tape, now:
tell the fuckin' slut to please hurry up,
and wear that dress that's tight on her butt,
so I can finger-fuck on the way to the bed,
been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead.
Face turnin' red from grabbin' them ankles.
Fuck and get up is how I do them stank-hoes.
You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her,
boots get knocked from here to Czechoslovakia.
Two on top, one on the bottom;
first nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot 'im.
Cuz after I got 'em it was over. Now niggas get lucky like a four-leaf clover.
On daddy's little girl.
She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel.
So tell Sheryl to bring her ass home,
cuz the line at my house is gettin' loooooooong, and....
I got a big old ding-a-ling, and if that bitch remains,
I'm gonna do my thing, with your dauuuughter! </center>
father: Little Motherfucker!
cheryl: Daddy, where did he go?
father: I'll tell you where he went goddamit.
<center>
("Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy....")
- GonzoStyle - 02-18-2002
Wrong Way
(Sublime)
Annie's 12 years old, in two more she'll be a whore
Nobody ever told her it's the wrong way
Don't be afraid with the quickness you'll get laid
For your family get paid
It's the wrong way
I gave her all that I had to give
I'm gonna make it hard to live
(Big) salty tears running down to her chin
And it ruins up her make-up
I never wanted
A cigarette pressed between her lips
But I'm staring at her tits
It's the wrong way
Strong if I can, but I am only a man
So I take her to the can
It's the wrong way
The only family that she's ever had
Is her seven horny brothers and a drunk-ass dad
He needed money so he put her on the street
Everything was going fine until the day she met me
Happy are you sad, wanna shoot your dad
I'll do anything I can
It's the wrong way
We talk all night, try to make it right
Believe me shit was tight
It was the wrong way
So run away if you wanna stay
Cause I ain't here to make ya, oh no
It's up to you what you really wanna do
Spend some time in America
Dub style!
She'll give you all that she got to give
But I'm gonna make it hard to live
Big salty tears rollin' down to her chin
And it smears up her make-up
I never wanted
So we ran away
And I'm sorry when I say, that straight to this very day
It was the wrong way
She took a hike it don't matter if I like it or not
Because she only wants the wrong way
I gave her all that I had to give
But she still wouldn't take it, oh no
Her two brown eyes are leaking like a sieve
But it still ruins her make-up
I never wanted
- Luna - 02-18-2002
<center>Sweet Painted Lady
Music - Elton John
Lyrics - Bernie Taupin
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
I'm back on dry land once again
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain
We're all hunting honey with money to burn
Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned
If the boys all behave themselves here
Well there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear
You won't need a gutter to sleep in tonight
Oh the prices I charge here will see you alright
So she lays down beside me again
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name
Many have used her and many still do
There's a place in the world for a woman like you
Oh sweet painted lady
Seems it's always been the same
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that's the name of the game
Forget us we'll have gone very soon
Just forget we ever slept in your rooms
And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds
Where love's just a job and nothing is said
</center>
- GonzoStyle - 02-18-2002
This Train Don't Stop There Anymore
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
You may not believe it
But I don't believe in miracles anymore
And when I think about it
I don't believe I ever did for sure
All the things I've said in songs
All the purple prose you bought from me
Reality's just black and white
The sentimental things I'd write
Never meant that much to me
I used to be the main express
All steam and whistles heading west
Picking up my pain from door to door
Riding on the storyline
Furnace burning overtime
But this train don't stop,
This train don't stop,
This train don't stop there anymore
You don't need to hear it
But I'm dried up and sick to death of love
If you need to know it
I never really understood that stuff
All the stars and bleeding hearts
All the tears that welled up in my eyes
Never meant a thing to me
Read 'em as they say and weep
I've never felt enough to cry
When I said that I don't care
It really means my engine's breaking down
The chisel chips my heart again
The granite cracks beneath my skin
I crumble into pieces on the ground
Edited By GonzoStyle on Feb. 18 2002 at 3:14
- Hey Ladi - 02-18-2002
Todd Rundgren
Hit Me Like A Train
I have visions, I have visions of a happy land
And in this happy land, happy land
There is still one unhappy man
Because of all the things he wants
There is always something he can't have
It's like a siren singing, like a church bell ringing
I can feel you winning, and my head starts spinning
Now I'm back at the beginning
I, I, I see you lying there and
I, I felt a wave come over me and
I, I, I thought I had escaped you
As I sat down by the roadside
And it hit me like a train
Hit me like a freight train
When the truth came down on me
It hit me like a long, slow train
It is written, I know it's written
All God's children get smitten
And if there's anyone, anybody
I know the [Lord] can fit that description
And if I could turn back the hands of time
Still I wouldn't know what I'm supposed to change
It's like a well gone dry, like a kiss goodbye
As the grip gets tighter, I continue to fight it
Then you strike me with your lightning
I, I, I woke up in a cold sweat and
I, I thought I heard you call my name and
I, I, I had to reach out for your fingers
And before I could call the doctor
You hit me like a train
Hit me like a freight train
When the truth came down on me
Swear you hit me like a long, slow train
Lord you hit me like a train
Hit me like a coal train
When your love came down on me yeah
Say hit me like a long, slow
Lord I feel it coming down and
I, I, I, I, oooh
I, I, I, oh Lord have mercy [on me]
I can't hold out no longer
I was ready to surrender
And it hit me like a train yeah
Hit me like a freight train
When your love came down on me yeah
And it me like a long, slow train
Lord you hit me like a train
Hit me like a soul train
When your love, when your love came down on me child
Hit me like a long slow [how long was it] long train
Hit me like a coal train?
- Luna - 02-18-2002
<center>[b]It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry[b]
-Bob Dylan
-Highway 61 Revisited
Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby,
Can't buy a thrill.
Well, I've been up all night, baby,
Leanin' on the window sill.
Well, if I die
On top of the hill
And if I don't make it,
You know my baby will.
Don't the moon look good, mama,
Shinin' through the trees?
Don't the brakeman look good, mama,
Flagging down the "Double E"?
Don't the sun look good
Goin' down over the sea?
Don't my gal look fine
When she's comin' after me?
Now the wintertime is coming,
The windows are filled with frost.
I went to tell everybody,
But I could not get across.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby,
I don't wanna be your boss.
Don't say I never warned you
When your train gets lost.</center>
- PollyannaFlower46 - 02-18-2002
Runaway Train
by Soul Asylum
Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
I promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep
It seems no one can help me now,
I'm in too deep, there's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray
Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Can you help me remember how to smile?
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded?
Life's mystery seems so faded
I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just a-drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train
And everything seems cut and dried,
Day and night, earth and sky,
Somehow I just don't believe it
Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughing at the rain
A little out of touch, a little insane
It's just easier than dealing with the pain
Runaway train, never going back
Wrong way on a one-way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here nor there
Runaway train, never coming back
Runaway train, tearing up the track
Runaway train, burning in my veins
I run away but it always seems the same
- GonzoStyle - 02-18-2002
Runaway
Linkin Park
Graffiti decorations
Underneath a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association
You point the finger at me again
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Gonna run away and never say goodbye
Gonna run away, gonna run away
Gonna run away, gonna run away
Gonna run away and never wonder why
Gonna run away, gonna run away
Gonna run away, gonna run away
Gonna run away and open up my mind
Gonna run away, gonna run away
Gonna run away, gonna run away
Gonna run away, gonna run away
Gonna run away, gonna run away
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
And open up my mind
I wanna run away
And open up my mind
- Mr. Brownstone - 02-18-2002
<center>RUNWAY - BON JOVI
On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives
They're made of lipstick, plastic and paint, a touch of sable in their eyes
All your life all you've asked when's your Daddy gonna talk to you
You were living in another world tryin' to get your message through.
No one heard a single word you said.
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your heart.
Chorus:
Ooh, she's a little runaway.
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say.
Ooh, she's a little runaway.
A different line every night guaranteed to blow your mind
See you out on the streets, call me for a wild time
So you sit home alone 'cause there's nothing left that you can do
There's only pictures hung in the shadows left there to look at you
You know she likes the lights at nights on the neon Broadway signs
She don't really mind, it's only love she hoped to find
Repeat chorus
No one heard a single word she said
They should have seen it in your eyes
What was going around your heart
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
Now she walks the night away
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
All those things he couldn't say
Ooh, she's a little runaway
Daddy's girl learned fast
Now she walks the night away
</center>
- GonzoStyle - 02-18-2002
Wanted Dead Or Alive
Bon Jovi
It's all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems we're wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
I'd drive all night just to get back home
Chorus:
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when you're all alone all you do is think
Chorus
I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still I'm standing tall
I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm a cowboy, I got the night on my side
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
- Hey Ladi - 02-18-2002
Type O Negative
Bloody Kisses (A Death In The Family)
Not long ago but far away
A rainy winter's day
All her pain she kept inside
Could no longer hide
No cry for help
She killed herself
Both life & love could not be saved
She took them both to the grave
A pair of souls become undone
Where were two now one
Devided by this wall of death
I soon will join you yet
With my blood I'll find your love
You found the strength to end you life
As you did so shall I
Oh no
Please don't go
It's like a death in the family
A crimson pool so warm and deep
Lulls me to an endless sleep
Your hand in mine - I will be brave
Take me from this earth
An endless night - this, the end of life
From the dark I feel your lips
And I taste your bloody kiss
Oh no
Please don't go
It's like a death in the family
Don't die on me
Don't die on me
Don't die on me
Dont' die
- Mr. Brownstone - 02-18-2002
<center>KID ROCK - COWBOY
Cowboy...cowboy...
Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old droptop find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Sip the teajuna (sp?)...I wanna roam
Find the old town chillin' fools then come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy
And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin? with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fliece (sp?)
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin? with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a 'vette, rolled down my glass
And said, "Yeah this dick fits right in your ass"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and snort away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mc (mick...as in Irishman)
My only words of wisdom are just, "Radio Edit." (Suck My Dick)
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spendin' all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine
</center>
- PollyannaFlower46 - 02-18-2002
Rhinestone Cowboy
Words & Music by Larry Weiss
I've been walkin' these streets so long
Singin' the same old song
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway
Where hustle's the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
There's been a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone
Well, I really don't mind the rain
And a smile can hide all the pain
But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way
And I dream of the things I'll do
With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe
There'll be a load of compromisin'
On the road to my horizon
But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
And offers comin' over the phone
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Rhinestone cowboy
Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
- GonzoStyle - 02-18-2002
Cowboy Hat
Nickelback
yes he wore a cowboy hat
each bone broken in his back
all the money and all the gold
couldn't buy my love at 8 years old
now i'm in love with a girl thats wrong for me
ask her, she will disagree
her father was a small time man
with small time dreams and small time hands
but
but I was there when there was nobody home
please believe me when i say i dunno
gone for good in fact but what does it mean
within a year they always sold and bought
easy enough to just look at her
whole world on a silver platter
was that that bad for me
if i was there the scotch is free
won round one but its not over
he don't care cause he don't know her
true love is not the same
if i could lend a hand in shame
but i was there when there was nobody home
please believe me when i say i dunno
gone for good infact but what does it mean
within a year they always sold and bought
if i was big
so much easier to see
don't hide from me
that which I've already seen
you lie to me
more than occasionally
don't lie to me
you lied to me
i'm as high as i'll ever be
i don't mind, stay and see
they've all gone, why don't we
holding hands, you and me
but i'm as high as i'll ever be
but later on, lies to see
my past is gone, only from me
i'm alive
but I was there when there was nobody home
please belirve me when i say i dunno
gone for good infact but what does it mean
within a year they always sold and bought
remember when it was me
driving come down just for me
and then we'll try as we've been
Edited By GonzoStyle on Feb. 18 2002 at 5:07
- PollyannaFlower46 - 02-18-2002
Marilyn Manson
Portrait Of American Family (1994)
Dope Hat
I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin, but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that
My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanery will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me