your heart beating for [Incomprehensible] seconds Stops your brain thinking for [Incomprehensible] seconds Motown junk, Motown junk, Motown junk, Motown junk Junka, junka, junka, junka, junka
Junk shop clothes will get you nowhere They're out of season, betrayal without treason Junk shop clothes will get you nowhere There is one reason why
in de regen. Hun haren die kleven en hun enige reden om te leven is om er na te streven zichzelf een shot te geven. Dump die junk want het is hun
nara tsumeku "Baby, Who Are You?" Kemuri ni maku dake kemuri ni maite Do Ron Pa! Honky ni naru made made shoutai misenai Dance! Dance! Dance! Shinin' Junk
The need to realize Shot, shot, shot, blank Staring down the barrel of my arm Shot, shot, shot, dead It's over drawn black Shot, shot, shot, red No restrictions
The backlash has started, but we ain't fucking laughing, take a look at how much has changed, there ain't mush to smile about. We've done four years of
I?m lookin? in the mirror at this woman, down and out She?s internally dyin? and knew this was not what love?s about I don?t wanna be this woman the second
they get my name? It's allways just the same junk mail junk mail i think i'll change address i'm not a resident,i'm not an occupant junk mail junk mail
full full of junk Thinks he'll hide in his room Room too full full of junk He turns to his t.v. t.v. full full of junk Processed zombies pushing junk Junk food junk
Why can't you see That this is how our love was meant to be? I'll never understand why you are putting me down Ruining everything And when I'm looking
junk, and my junk is you Oh, it's like we stop time, what can I do? We've all got our junk, and my junk is you My junk is you, my junk is you You, you
the glow of the TV static Taking out the trash to the man Give the people something they understand Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile Junk
Cleaned up a mess I'm in, now I am born again Naked, spotless motion without strings I've flushed the filth to the sea, the limbs and sharp debris But
My cancer came knocking It was dressed to the nines So I peeled back my skin And I let it come inside But it won't leave Though the guests have gone
God knows I've longed to feel something but now's not the time I'm caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night Focused on staying distracted
You've heard the voice of God, solely Everything is so clear to you, reload for the greater good Focus, throw us at the feet of the fools You don't know
Yeah, I know I look worse for the wear But I have everything at my fingertips I've been infantilized by a pat on the back and an endless go-ahead Ain
I have lived everyday of my life Thinking only of what I should think When I read back on everything that I have written On how I lived my life And in