There's a little child runnin' 'round this house And he never leaves, he will never leave And the fog comes up from the sewers And glows in the dark
Im Looking at you for a minute 900 people die Im Looking Away BECAUSE! i did And you can't Why? becuse im looking back Im citizen insane Im citizen insane
Mother Mary come to me For I am a wicked child I've sinned and I am so confused And I am a wicked child I am a wicked child I am the Devil's son And
I will lay me down In a bunker underground I won't let this happen to my children Meet the real world coming out of your shell With white elephants,
I'm walking out In a force ten gale Birds thrown around Bullets for hail The roof is pulling off By its fingernails Your voice is rapping On my windowsill
The mongrel cat came home Holding half a head Proceeded to show it off To all his newfound friends He said, I been where I liked I slept with who I liked
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Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone It was nice when it lasted
I know what you're thinking But I'm not your property No matter what you say No matter what you say Move along There's nothing left to see Just a body
I'll lay down the tracks Sandbag and hide January has April's showers And 2 and 2 always makes a 5 It's the devil's way now There is no way out You can
What time is it? Where you are? I miss you more than anything Back at home you feel so far Waitin' for the phone to ring It's gettin', lonely livin'
come around Oh, I'm so hung over and I never even touched a drop See I can't get enough, this must be love, jet lag, jet lag How the time flies when
tighten down on the lag time I gotta tighten down on the lag time I gotta tighten down on the lag time I gotta tighten down on the lag time Your consonants
I Can't Go Out Can't be Bothered Staying in Got a Kool Bed But it Was Made for Lying in I Can't get Dressed All My Clothes are in My Case Have a Rest
My so called friends Where are they now I guess a love that bends Isn't worth much any how They come and go And talk their shit And when I really need
baby next to the big, big fat man who's trying to steal my tan Oh I know I won't sleep and I'll get.. Jet Lag Jet Lag Yeah yeah Now we're flyin' through
and metal riffs Beer bongs and bong hits I fucking hate that scene Santa Barbara boredom Goleta-postmortem Small town minds, Can you relate to me? All aboard the lag
just cut out of el paso It just fries there in that desert sun And if you've ever been down there man Then you know why we run. I got jet lag And livin