a sun tan line and red lipstick, I worked so hard for that first kiss, and a heart don't forget noooo, a heart don't forget, I said a heart don't forget
is i, lottie. the curse of millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other
all day and throw rocks across a bottomless lake. there was a killer in the woods who would whistle once in a while I could hear him shoot his pistol and the other
I held the keys to that Chevrolet and you held the keys to my heart I'd throw a fit, hit the dash, get out and kick the tire when that old piece of
you can see what I mean, People are ripped to pieces, soaking in gasoline. I've always thought I was diffrent from the start, With a black heart, Addicted
whips on two six Fault niggas, I don't deal with them Them real niggas going to feel this Fuck niggas that talk a lot Fuck niggas that talking back Other
Well, I feel the wind blow from the storm down in Mexico Gasoline for another hundred miles I cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side
we hit the streets, me and you, we smoked On weed, wrapped in chocolate phillies Other freaks saw us and they went silly I remember ones name, her name was Billy The other
a new world waitin' down the road up ahead Passions runnin' wild through our hearts and our heads With everything we owned packed in the backseat Yeah, we had each other
to miss There ought to a bridge somewhere they could dedicate to me I'd probably come to the ceremony with a can of gasoline And walk on over to the other
toxic capitalist Rapid emcee perversion -- I'm america! Your bleeding-heart liberal drivel gets squashed Wash em with sterilized rhyme patriot-guided weaponry bomb From the makers of the devious hearts
I hear the sonic sound of brakes As you whisper in my ear I hold your head between my sweaty hands And shout loud for all to hear Anita say the word
america fuck this goverment tell that seat delouris tuck a slut to suck a dick mutha fucker duck what the fuck son of a bitch take away my gun im gonna tuck some other
a body face down (firstborn-last one) i hear the din of the screams, sorrow in streams the smell of farewell and gasoline (listen--my son) i see a heart set free and my legacy hear
For some other cheap soul Puerto Rican spiritual number And I thought, "The further from home, the closer to you" I need a whiskey, I'm bleeding gasoline
may be the ones you fear the least If you know me then you have to know, the nature of the beast There are hungry devils everywhere, it's on my heart
Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bungalow with some strange new friends Stay up too late, and I'm too thin We promise each other it'
bones And to top it all off I'm with you Feel like going insane? Got a fire in your brain? And you're thinking of drinking gasoline? As a matter of