stay away when you need them the most Serving up another dream into everybody's empty heads Stirring up another scene into everybody's empty heads Whipping up another style into everybody's empty heads
It's goin' down, yo the girl got a gun, best run Because she's quick to flip and empty out the clip And make a man understand where she's comin' from
just startin' to fall apart Mom and dad was arguin' a lot, so momma moved back On the Chalmers in the flat, one bedroom apartment And dad moved back to
Uh, who's bad? I'm bad (That's right) I am Michael Jackson, Puff Daddy, bad Boy, I will strike you with the belt like your dad (That's right) I will (
face and kicked in his balls Punk tried to run but he couldn't try to wobble Bust him in the head with an empty Faygo bottle Took him to the staircase
Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him
fuckin' fake, ain't ya's? That's why I hate ya's Verbal Heaven's gate knock a fuckin' hole in my head, insert a metal plate I feel empty, kinda plastic
though my heart's empty And I can't sleep from hearing All the things I never said.. Because the dream I fell asleep to; Is just a cloud above my head
your garbage - Anywhere but out.. Before the pup in your heart - Becomes a dog in your mind And it's licking my brains... Sucking reason out It will be cooking my head
My daddy left home when I was three, And he didn't leave much to Ma and me... Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him
who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around? Well, I'm far too old to care about that now What about taking this empty cup and filling it
I've reached the point now where I'm not proud Of too many lovers that I've never loved And I've never questioned those empty days Until I met the woman
Boy Named Sue Well my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much for Ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now I
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there Seven candles laid by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair A mother said son
The birthday party was over toys were scattered here and there Seven candles lay by the last piece of cake in front of an empty chair A mother said son
the face, automatic attach to waist You bastards play? Then it get awful and bad There will be no more walkin for dad, and it's off with your head A
bags When everything appears as the drag that it is Get down that brown case that your grandma had Open it up and think of your dad When you're feeling empty
