Adrenaline is flowingyour nervous fingers lightly drumming chordsclick into silver jacksyou flick the switch the tubes are hummingThe lights go down the sweat is beadingmuscles tense, your heart is speedingIt's so loud, . . .
SaturdayI could feet the crowd's dismayThey've acquired quite a fireto burn the profane on a funeral pyreVoices shrillcutting silence like they mean to killSome pep rally where we scream His namelike God was loosing in a . . .
Blushing skin is whisperingslight of tongue, can kill so softlyVelvet lips sing lullabiesso satin sleek but still so costlyKnees weaken crumble and fallMere mortals she's had them allThis gift of sightthis glorious bligh . . .
Feel the burn and the fury of my penfeel the fire, as I fan the flames againbrace yourself for the mediocreHail the king of the almost good enoughnothing bold, nothing's flying off the cuffthings might change, but don't . . .
You wake up in the morningyou punch the clockbefore you ever rub your eyesand all the breath you're taking inis spent up on some distant longing sighRemember when we traded in our dreams for drabbest grayfor dresses and . . .
This wooden soul of mineit cannot ever climbfrom places it has fallenin between where light can shineIt never falls in lineit barely has a spinelike branches severed from the vinelike it was faulty by designAnd now your . . .
On Friday night I came awake like an alarm clockSome shaking junkie's begging out on the sidewalkAnd I could not allow my eyesto meet his deep fear that my soul may still betray meAs if my will had always kept me steadya . . .
Underwater, trapped inside a sinking bunkertwenty-five feet below a german JunkerDoctor Venom points the 30 Browninggotta stop his plan, gotta save themselves from drowningKwinn turns to Snake Eyes, and winks his eyethe . . .
I've been taking the wrong wayjust so I won't fall for you.Every time I hear your voice,it just cleaves my heart in twoLike a kamikaze strapped with fifty megatonsyou've been gunning my battleship,you fly the rising sunI . . .
Alright!Put your glasses on,baby I've been cutting coupons latelyAnd might I say that you are looking so fine girlwe'll stay put until the crack of nine little girlAt the cakewalk, just like MatlockChorus:Shake it all ni . . .
Well, baby, when I first saw you we were at the Hippy Rock ShowYou called me an ignorant male oppressor and spat in my face because I like meatBut the first time I got a whiff of that Petuli you were wearing I knew it wa . . .
He's burning the butanehe's got a wallet chainhe will show off his tattoosHe's almost six foot sixhe's scoping all the chickswhile he's hanging on to youAnd you're unaware that his eyes are never on youhe's working on hi . . .
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