Nippon, won't you take me into your arms and make me Into a sergeant, emboldened and enlargened For some the spell was shafted, but I am in your sway
Cross her off the shortlist My blood is a red-winged bird The way will be lit by the bridges we burn, oh And come, tornado! Carry me away from the croft
Doll, I love you But sometimes I need a day off Don't get that face lift as a result Don't you mind, you can take one, too Don't you mind, don't you
Son, son, we've got to run away from inheritance Son, son, I must allow you to learn of sustenance None of you will ever see a penny Of my ill-begotten
All that she wants is a man with a tan A mashing pot and matching pan A minivan As high an income as she can Who are you to judge?
The stars collected Each world accounted for Freed all the children Seems there is nothing more If I only had a rowboat I would row it up to heaven And
As soon as I got on the horse, I forgot about the math. Forgot about the odds against an adolescent standing up to all of Owen's wrath. The heat of prairie
Outside the city walls we've sixteen-thousand squatters And inside, the queen, the queen has borne us only daughters You'll hear it from arbiter and law
she makes me so unsure of myself standing there but never really talking sense just a visitor you see so much wanting to be seen she'd open up the door
Gonna get me a girlfriend, do whatever She says Gonna get me a girlfriend and do whatever She says And I feel her manager, or her Passenger, or her furniture
We speak in the store I'm a sensitive bore and you're markedly more and I'm oozing surprise But it's late in the day and you're well on your way what
I've been living through days, carrying no burden. But the shit I've cut off and my resignation until the sun grows crimson crept across my limbs and
I'd been living through days Carrying no burden But the shit of cattle And my resignation Until the sun rose crimson Crept across my limbs and I saw
Got a daughter who'll eat anything They like to feed her words, words, words And tell her, Watch for the plague, girl, check your stool Or we'll send
My mother's name is Anger She's gonna lay the danger She's gonna drink to F. A. S. A weakling heart is in my chest Hard for a weakling heart! Hard for
Ask yourself, are you a slut? - No you're not! Did you forget how much you are worth - It's a lot! Do you remember when we used do it all for free
I, I, I, I Will burn, burn, burn my every book I, I, I, I Will burn, burn, burn my every book To warm your cold, cold blood I, I, I, I Will burn,
us And of doomsday, the end of the century In accord with prophecy Put all your fears, your fires, your family Into the mouth of Final Fantasy All