with the paperboy Goin door to door with the paperboy We be them paperboys, we be them paperboys, ayy [Charles Hamilton:] Top of the verse like the first bar Drunk as a Disney child star, hurts
and it ain't ur hips (ur hips) its how you (run around?) to lick them lips and when i do, shawty you don't even trip and keep it rumble band for my
She likes the boys in the band I'm moving fast as I can Sliding over in her direction Pause to check out my reflection She's wearing all the right clothes
When everything is fucking dead Except for you cunts Selling your fucking shirts You?ll never reach fame Like some of these other bands Fuck you They
't exciting reciting the stories Of kind words turned hurting When routine gets boring Both getting tired of punk rock clubs And both playing in punk rock bands
m being used Oh, Maggie I couldn't have tried anymore You led me away from hme Just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and That's what really hurts
last chance of a lifetime Come and see, hear, feel... the real thing See those real live calloused fingers Wrapped around those guitar strings Kiss the lips where hurt
you write such pretty words But life's no storybook Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt Do you like to hurt? I do, I do! Then hurt me! Then hurt
burn out every trace of who I?d been You do some sad sad things baby When it?s you you?re tryin? to lose You do some sad and hurtful things I?ve seen
cause I was too loose to fake I said "I'm hurt" she said "Honey let me heal it" And we danced all night to a soul fairy band And she kissed me just right
it's closing time, and a well-known fact is that life is very short it's closing time says the band and it seems that life is very short the baker in
church doors opened up wide She put her veil down Trying to hide the tears Oh she just couldn't believe it She heard trumpets from the military band
song dj a little more on the volume ya heard me that's my song dj you know ya goin hard so don't hurt me that's my song dj here come my favorite part
I looked down at a sparkling band And only saw my Mother's hand The things I've earned They never came too cheap But then the likeness only goes so deep
in her music The one thing she did understand And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet Her voice has that high, lonesome sound She hurts,
