I can't believe you need me I never thought I would be needed for anything I can't believe my shoulders Would carry such important weight As your head
(konishi) Haru ga kita hajimete no tabi Atarashii tomodachi Watashi no petto Tanoshii tanemaki Kokoro wo komete purezento Umi kara no okurimono Kyampu
Kiddie boy, kiddie boy, don't kid around with me Kiddie boy, kiddie boy, don't kid around with me Don't do nothing with my woman, you wouldn't want me
Late in summer staring out the window Only seven, tell me what could she know The world would never understand But they don't see what she still can What
Aunt Clara kept her bible right next to the phone In case she needed a quote while she talked to someone In my memory she smiles while the blessings said
Does it mean that I'll let you know each time I turn inside When I fully grow outsize you But I won't let you fall in love you know it flows over me And
Well, it's two a.m. You're just getting in Soon you'll be creepin' into bed Later you'll pretend You were out with a friend But I'm still inside your
Kid's gettin' tired, hangin' around So cocksure, thinkin' aloud Can't get it in, can't get it out Sure ain't enough and there ain't no doubt You can'
This is 'greasy kid's stuff,' mix 12, ground zero, with the melody guitars Up .3, bass up .4, kick down .5, overheads up .4, less gate on the snare, And
when the line between truths is as shallow as your breath when you sigh all we become are echoes of what we once were like cheap red lipstick and whore
Romper room, you think it's fun, play your games on everyone Do your best to be a fool, think you're cute, think it's cool [Chorus] Don't you be a bit
I hate hip hop kids, I hate their fucking noise I hate the hip hop girls and i hate the hip hop boys They want to stare you down when you're walking down
I had a silver penny And an apricot tree And I said to the sailor On the white quay Sailor O sailor Will you bring me If I give you my penny And
The kid's a mess, the kid's a mess The kid's a mess, the kid's a mess hey Hi-tops heading for the Old Bailey, Curtains is in the out tray, stocking tops
Muzzy: My daddy was a rag-time trombone player, My mommy was a rag-time cabaret-er. They met one day at a tango tea, There was a syncopated wedding,
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey What I want what I want is just your children I hate
I am the face of piss and shit and sugar I do a crooked little dance with my funny little monkey What I want, what I want is just your children I hate
i'd rather be pathetic at the age of 45 than to sell out my ideals to live a fucking lie trade my freedom for a false sense of security working for death
