Perdoname, Senor Ayudame porque yo solo no puedo Quiero estar contigo otra vez Have mercy on me my Jesus Look upon my affliction and suffering You lift me up from the doors
I saw something I was not supposed to see A ghostly memory that keeps on haunting me (The kitchen door was open a crack, So naively we peeked inside
the empty page before me All the years of wreckage running through my head Patterns of my life I thought had torn me Revealing hurt for shame and deep lament
Junkie's lament Rikki's been kicking the gong Lickety split didn't take too long A junkies sick a monkeys strong That's what's wrong Well I guess he
sick A monkey's strong That's what's wrong Well, I guess he's been messing around downtown So sad to see the man losing ground Winding down behind closed doors
gather for a taste of French bread thrown in the pond. He is crowded out and unable to share in the French bread feast. Alone, hungry, and miserable Ugly laments
make the choices Echoes of laughter Dancing in distant corridors With the tears of hearts undone Dreams we chase after Give us the key to any door
your cash He'll stuff it in his stash, leaving by the back door Settling up your old score He's a family man, his wife laments Never broken any of the
the third stone Sitting here sideways on a cold stone floor My guitar gently bleeding and wanting more When I heard a sound come rapping, tapping on my door
blink of an eye, you know it's me You keep the dagger close at hand And you saw nothing False love turned to pure hate The wind cried a lamentation Before
Off Never Try To Pinch Off Anymore Than You Can Flush Don't Sit And Sniver While Your Life Is Going To The Dogs Because You Can't Lament The Consequence
The silent willows keep the ancient stone Hidden behind that cryptic door Rituals of terror quake all the ghost land The bloody line now paints the cold
waits below. I seem in need of nothing else but rope enough to hang myself- Laughing through the gates of Hell I go. MY SOULS LAMENT Contained within
my door Someone, a serpent from before Yet someone, the lament for the poor Just one, will rise and one will fall Someone is knocking on my door
You're talking like you're leaving You said it's your heart and not my call to Make you feel like feeling You were so ashamed when I fell on my two
Screaming chasm into these emptied voids Senses aroused by the undoing of creation Weapons of these vengeful arrangements To coincide with this mass fall
really 'something' just like in george's song your magic is gunned down so partner, you just hopalong and all your excuses, your sniffles and sorries are blatantly crocodile tears and your lament