Silicone, saline, poison, inject me, baby I'm a free bitch I'm a free bitch Some girls won't dance to the beat of the track She won't walk away, but
Are we really sure Can a love that lasted for so long still endure? Do I, really care? Hey, hey Let's talk about the distractions goin' on elsewhere
There were stairs, they were steep I was falling, falling deep You were there, you were small There was screaming down the hall I've been here sleeping
Keep your eyes down, keep your head lowered Keep to your self dear, do not tell a soul You know it's wrong what they've been sayin' And you knew all along
I'm the man in the dark sedan and I have come to take your hand I was sent down here to be sincere, truthful and steadfast I came to say that judgement
Lager in the dark (x19)
I get up in the evening And I ain't got nothing to say I come home in the morning I go to bed feeling the same way I ain't nothing but tired Man, I'm
Anoiteceu Em POA (Humberto Gessinger) na escuridao a luz vermelha do walkman sobre edificios a luz vermelha avisa avioes nas esquinas que passaram nas
I hear whispers in the dark Sayin', "Baby, don't you stop" Makin' love to you but you're not in my bed Sexy dreams that stop and start Voices tearin'
Despite the lies that you're making Your love is mine for the taking My love is just waiting To turn your tears to roses Despite the lies that you're
Follow the light that glows Through your bedroom window Tonight, tonight, the fading twilight There's a hollow deep in the woods Where you know you're
I saw you looking at me in the eye, I was hypnotized, so surprised A memory from another time, Hit me from behind, where could I hide Don't touch me,
You sink your teeth in, bite the blood That drains the life inside of me And fills your soul with love and hate And all those things you need to breathe
Crouching on the cool white tile She's got to learn to take her medicine With a professional smile A holy vessel or a toilet bowl Puking hopes into a
BOB Bob goes to church every Sunday every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin' Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher cos' Bob never bothered
Bloody nose, empty pockets A rented car with trunk full of guns It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas I seen it once She might have been somebody
It was a straight shot, All it took was luck to not get caught I laid 3 dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents In the back seat, her and a friend,
You ain't much of a player And you ain't playing for free You just know all the chatter And you've been chatting to me Now you're taking me down With