I want you to want me. I need you to need to me. I'm beggin' you to beg me. And I want you now. Yeah, I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'
I swear I did my best to ensure that His final moments were swift and free from fear But consideration should be made for the fact That Sandor Katz was
At Harold Edward's Elementary you pay respect to Our God, Our Flag, Our Military. In grade 3 I had a written composition about the global threat of communism
Donald wept through the proceedings. His tears soaked through the canvas that cloaked his twisted face and they stained his orange jumpsuit where with
The best thing i ever saw on tv was that S.Q. (Securite Quebec) cop catching a bullet with his teeth. Condolence, Mme. Canadiana, but your husband was
Drains her fifth and spits out a greek translation. She slurs "How much more bullshit you got left? 'Cause you been feeding me this crap about 'free
He had a stack of dimes for a dink that he kept hidden from his young tormentors. She crapped her pants and when it started to stink they laughed her
hey hannah, how's it going? is that you i see slappin' dicks with brad? fuck you got a hairy ass! a hairy fuckin' ass! hairy ass! hey jord, how's it going
I'd like to actively encourage the toughest man to dance as hard as he can to this, my song And bring your stupidest friends along. We wrote this song
"I've got my hands up her dress and it means nothing. It's not about love, its not even about sex. This time it feels like I've got control. At this time
You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief In a god that's left you behind? You've simply filled the gap between the upper and lower class
You speak of Rastafari, but how can you justify belief in a God that's left you behind. You simply fill the gap between the upper and lower class
Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun, picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth, had it been THEIR insides spilling into
Bowl of cherries in Waskasio Creek. A sylvan way of life for those who seek none beyond a parkland mall. This land scape oasis now feigns city hall. And
hey hannah, how's it going? can i borrow some records you punk rock piece of shit? hey jord, join the chicken-fight, is that a sub you've got in your
We stood our ground waiting for the fight to begin. My eyes squinted at the sun, wondering if they'd swing or run. I tell no lie: jackknives in socks,
all answers seem to come to easily, to you the word rhetorical is wrong. these questions blur the things we need to see and simplicity beneath a song
Dickheads shit-talk, huddled single-file First-world frat-boys and prairie skinheads or mourn a murdered friend who will never walk a mile in