confidence to write a song, So I found three simple chords And held them together with my weak voice On an out of tune guitar My father gave to me. May
fisted champion, An iron willed fuck up." Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas? Why death
promises And spray paint marking Everywhere we went And every direction Only going as far As we let it. There's so many things We try to do truthfully. By
market bottled water And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target Seven approaching a measure off the map And you'll see me dance in the street once again
Drink until I die, Or at least until the sunrise When honesty, As popular as a plague, Comes to remind me The dead's winning the race With me going nowhere
the new generation. i'm in line with active invention, here's a fist to forward your fucking evolution. head full of ten o' clock education. military action gives me
ll market bottled water And purified aerosol solution, guess who's their target Seven approaching a measure off the map And you'll see me dance in the street once again
of the new generation. i'm in line with active invention, here's a fist to forward your fucking evolution. head full of ten o' clock education. military action gives me
confidence to write a song, So I found three simple chords And held them together with my weak voice On an out of tune guitar My father gave to me.
iron fisted champion, An iron willed fuck up." Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?