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letra de i cum apart - the o [bklyn]

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(now, back in berkeley, donny had found that marijuana, acid, speed, stp, tcp and mescaline, and all the other drugs he had taken, no longer wiped out the pain of his existence.)

let me tell you ’bout my baby
she’s a moonlit mile out on route 80
she’s a stone-dead tease and i beg and i beg her, please!
but ain’t no mother, sister, daughter gonna save me

my b-lls are a hurricane of squirmin’ pain
burning, churning, yearning to get they sperm into another plane
who’s to blame?
fences of consequences, futility, responsibility, what’s illin’ me…
leaves me screaming
keeps me just dreaming about the meaning of my godd-mn s-m-n

i need to get laid badly, h-llo i love you madly
shut up jim, you hippie, if you were here i’d rip the…
sh-t out of your head, but you’re already f-cking dead (yeah, jim morrison!)

another fine day for k!llin’
we got murder in our bones
in the united states of senseless pain
look out for people you don’t even know

i cum apart

invisible forces makin’ me miserable courses through my brain
insane, make me wanna get slain by a p-g and that’s “i” in between
got a deadly machine that’ll make you go cold, and you’ll never grow old and it’s easily sold
what is that? you ask what is that, it’s called the gat
and if they let loose this gat
you’re gonna hit the mat with a splat and that’s that! (ah!)
it’s a cool way to die on the highway we lie in pieces like reeses, the lease is up
you couldn’t give a twitch, let alone a f-ck
we used to look like ken and terry’s now like ben and jerry’s
fillin’ cemeteries with memoraries
say goodbye to all the jens, jills, karens
sharons, jennifers, elizabeths and kerrys
oh and the cherries…

ah that sacred blood on my hands i respect her for the privilege forever
that blood con’t be back again, not now not never, no
like mark david chapman, playin’ a game of pacman
on yoko ono’s afghan…it ain’t gonna happen!

i hate this show, i hate this f-ckin’ show
feel like i’m trapped in a bad video
and it keeps comin’ back to me son
in my dreams or awake, a constant f-cking re-run…begone!
ah i’d like to make those images scramble
but alas, i can’t change the f-ckin’ channel

i cum apart

some times i feel like a wheel goin’ round round round
gone too high and i can’t come down
and the world is a maze, and our god is a clown, and i bash my brains to the final sound
of the end about to come…
apart but wake up and it still ain’t done
and the day after that it’ll still get sung, like it always has from the start
i cum apart

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