' when the corners are jaded I too began to fall apart So if I seem unable to cope It's for a miss of you If what we were was only for once You were
a failure, a mute in the age of speech, I said I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech, Man I feel like a failure, a mute in the age of speech
Come down, come down, come down run down, run down, run down Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down A dun da da dun da da
a plane crash He's not somebody that you play around with much Miss Delilah is his, a Philistine is what she is She'll do wondrous works with your fate Feed you
a high falsetto voice] Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story? [regular voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was a
Warning, this shit's gon be rated R, restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick
every word you say and i've tried my best not to stay away from you we had come a long way and i never regret a moment i spent with you and i will never
If you ever bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear It was a blessing but I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat
young boys and girls Disappeared here without a trace What you believe and what you don't Is entirely up to you But if you go up there and swim alone You
over dead, but no blood, only dust, he's a fucking basehead. Here comes another one jumping out of a tree, but I ain't even <a href="http://www.testimania
Chorus 1] [2nd Verse - Violent J] My father was a priest, cold-blooded, he's dead Hypocrite, he was a bigot so I cut off his head Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead
moon In the graveyard We can have picnics under my house (my kind of bitch) I'm looking for a girl to die with If you're already dead, that's cool You
shadows of the moon in my butcher knife [Violent J] Pretty little world has created this monster See me living with a dead body in a dumpster Laughing
X but this ain't a movie, I'm not a fan or a groupie and I'm not that type of cat, you can afford to miss if you shoot me curse to heavens and laugh when
you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place
I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place
