throwin em back at you (Hook) X2 Thats whats happenin STRANGE MUSIC BOX Got us tappin in STRANGE MUSIC BOX Bump then slap again, Why STRANGE MUSIC KNOCKS Back up openin STRANGE
walking catastrophe You get up every morning On the wrong side of the bed You butter your hand instead of your bread Drink enough coffee to wake up the dead
arrive and she looks the part Even more stunning than I remember, fuck it, drop dead gorgeous Her ass is tight and her breasts are bloody enormous Hand in hand we walk
you with their fingertips They're bringin' out the dead, now It's easy well just to look away They are bringin' out the dead now It's been a strange, strange
But no one cared when the hand of deception Was turned to their side of the coin They laughed and lived at others expense but the dead just don't forgive
violin into pieces Then proceeded to walk towards the river with a plan Only this time the diary and bottle was in her hand Just walk with herself, away
a sheep's clothes Some peoples sang, a few begged for change A young girl skipped a long with her hand glued to a candy cane I, however, walked with my
my mother And we'll walk hand in hand straight to heaven And when the clouds part, I'll tell her that I love her And she'll accept with an open heart
's another one Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man You try to live but he's done trying Not dead but definitely dying With the rest of the clowns
and you are there at separate ends Whisper goodbye as your fears are slowly shattered Whisper goodbye to a million man made heart beats Buried and dead, buried and dead We're all strangers
the woman who sat there beside me He had a strange look on his face Now his big hands were calloused, he looked like a mountain For a minute I thought, I was dead
I must be invisible No one knows me I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees I was born with a ragin' thirst A hunger to be free But
be no strange man, suddenly all that time sitting there Sitting there on what must be the prize chair In your collection of uncomfortable chairs with a wild look in his eyes And hands
you to wonder I'll just tell you why I'm here 'Cause I know the biggest crime Is just to throw up your hands Say, this has nothing to do with me I just
nothing But folded bills Concealed like weapons looking to kill My mind filled With thrills and pleasures Life could offer Walked amongst the dead Laid
read Alice in wonderland. don't make the mistake of pitching to me underhand. today I enter my late twenties officially, or react with water initially. I'm dead
go With my soul not my hand Where I stand it's my role, it's my soul I must show, it's my show, I must go With my soul by my hand Where I stand it's
chains I break dance moves and move Strange-- Strange Famous is infamous for inflammatory mission statements Living in basements with subterranean secret service agents With