Bad kids all my friends are bad kids Product of no dad kids Kids like you and me Bad kids aint no college grad kids Livin life out on the skids Kids
visions of youth are only a lie I tried tell and lord knows I tried But any way you break it you'll just make em cry Little Tommy, I have bad news for
Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains We get along and their very boones decay Try to find what little else remain My heart still beating but
Well if you got that Lean Come on and and give me a sip If the police only knew That blue lights induced a trip Well if you give your middle finger to
Oh lady when you come messin around When I was young I felt like a stage hound Mud on my boots blood on my hand Blood start drippin on the Ku Klux Klan
understand Maybe you missed it the first time Didna??t quite get it on the second line Nowa??s the last chance for your kind Cause then ita??s not coming
I fell in love with a little Indian girl And she stole my heart away She took me to a pow-wow way out on the plains And runs with bears, danced and brought
Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the greatest of them all My man, Muhammad, Boy Jesus too Who's Messiah be good for you Cause I came I saw I conquered
O Katrina why you gotta be mean You broke my heart way down in New Orleans I can't believe what i saw on the TV screen O Katrina why can't you be serene
the wine and blood of before A nimble skull will always crack 1000 year faithful attack Will a coward die from calloused hands 3000 rationed spinach cans A giddy doctrine will not
space salvation allegation feel the sun's radiation death tolls forming under oceans Neptune's calling in slow motion in slow motion but you never get
I've seen death I looked it in the eyes God has forsaken me Now it's your time to die It's time to gather now To sing in song Your pleas won't inhibit
Bad luck, it could happen twice You better check your past make sure you've been nice, If you ask me for advice I would say stop and think before you
. Daddy was a minister I was never good enough in his eyes. So I stayed up late at night, With my voodoo dolls and black candles, Hexing and cursing, And casting evil
quite right. Daddy was a minister I was never good enough in his eyes. So I stayed up late at night, Made voodoo dolls and black candles, Texting and cursing, And casting evil
