Jimmy Got Nothing made himself a name With a gun that he polished for a rainy day A smile and a quote from a vigilante movie Our boy Jimmy just blew them
It's that old dirty feeling That just will not come clean Like eating digestives After brushing your teeth And it's staining your fingers And it's under
This is my face Covered in freckles With the occasional spot and some veins This is my body Covered in skin And not all of it you can see And this is
Shut up Affection not dissection, meat is murder Animals are for petting, oh shut the fuck up already Tired of you whining about poor animals dying And
[Snoop Dogg] 1998, Dogghouse Records steps on the scene Unlike any other record label, we plan to get green And keep it clean, and stay oh so mean So
[UnDeRaTeD:] I was raised in Humboldt county so I had to bite my toung Zip your lips and throw away the key where I'm from When I younger I kept secrets
Drop the bass! (do you like that? ) Shipped out on of knees Her old man thinks you're a social disease Dog pissed on the floor left a stain Your old
i would be one of them and wouldn't feel so alone currents grind and scales shine upon a watery way down shorelines are far from here but i don't need
I used to smoke my brains out Fly through the sky I used to love to freak out Do you wonder why I heard the Stones rolling And I'd roll too I didn't
Me alzo y salto entre tus dedos sabre caer Ojala que sea cierto que odio tus dedos Me estiro y espero que algo enrosque tu Espalda en flor ojala que sea
If I ruled the earth I'd sail ships over seas till sundown. Then I'd return in dark to walk these streets alone. By day I hear the serpents calling me
Boca que arrastra mi boca. Boca que me has arrastrado: boca que vienes de lejos a iluminarme de rayos. Alba que das a mis noches un resplandor rojo y
I recognize that typical, cynical smile you wear on the front row I can hear you telling everyone about the other show You're the one with all of the
Welcome, we love you, we hate you We love you, we want you, we need you We wish we were like you They say you're a saint You're a whore, you're a sinner
I work hard every day Do the same at night But still my baby Ain't treating me right Tell me baby, baby, baby, baby What can I do? Do I have to shut
You got me all bent out of shape With all your hurry up and wait And I don?t know what to believe When you say it?s just me That?s what you say I should
People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much
Let's get drunk and let's pretend We are not slaves to anything Or anyone who tells us how to be We're simply witness to the war Participating on the