I?ve used hammers made out of wood I have played games with pieces and rules I?ve deciphered tricks at the bar But now you?re gone, I haven?t figured
Don?t feel like home, he?s a little out And all these words elope, it?s nothing like your poem Putting in, in putting in, don?t feel like methadone A
Behind her eyes, there?s curtains And they?ve been closed to hide the flames, remains She knows their future?s burning But she can smile just the same
All my rivals will see what I have in store My gun I?ve been harboring fleets in this reservoir Red sun And this nation?s about to explode Your disciples
Routine was the theme He?d wake up, wash and pour himself into uniform Something he hadn?t imagined being As the merging traffic passed He found himself
Oh, he deals ?em off, off the top, ties ?em off Fills it up with his past, gets carried away Oh, half his life, a hand-me-down, wasted away Oh, he fills
Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette Thinks he?ll get the girl, he?ll only get the mechanic What?s missing? He?s living a day he?ll soon
there's a light when my baby's in my arms there's a light when the window shades are drawn hesitate when i feel i may do harm to her wash it off cuz