someone was me And we smoke dead men's cigarettes And we choke on the bitter black regrets Of ourselves, we've found no one else And we smoke dead men
Soon the rain will wash away the sun As I melt with you I am ghost (6x) Isn't this what you dreamed about Isn't this what you dreamed about Taste from
"Soon the rain will wash away the sun, as I melt with you, I AM GHOST."
out the shirt. It's all up to him, it's a concession film. But what do you do? Where have I been lately? It's if nothing I said knows new. It's if you
Entering the harlot's house He can not resist temptation Seance of bodily excitement (Not knowing his forthcoming emasculation) As he pisses in her mouth
Am I, am I dead yet? Am I, am I dead yet? Am I, am I dead yet? Am I, am I dead? Am I, am I dead yet? Am I, am I dead yet? Am I, am I dead yet? Am I
I am (I'm right here dog) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here dog) (can you see me?) Here I am (I'm right here dog) Here I am (and I'm runnin'
you can show me Am I dead, I must be dead Something's scratching at my head It whispers softly it says Are we alive or are we dead I don't believe the
I Stumble Driven By This Pain Ceaseless Struggle Death Waits In Each Cell Closest Rival Blind Forces Compel To Survival Against This Death I Rage I Deny The Grave I
were together For I smell of the earth And am stained by the weather When my family thinks That I'm safe in my bed From night until morning I am stretched
games We still play our little We still play our little We still play our little We still play a lot of games I am the owl I am the owl I seek out the
A young Watusi watches 'I Love Lucy' And I think, "What can this mean?" A goat goes to school and makes us look like fools And I think, "What can this
Hey[x3] She's dead and gone away At the bottom of a swimming pool I think I found a clue I know (I know) I know (I know) That I'm getting closer And
with some public meetings, pressing flesh and kissing babies as i smile and promise things are getting better. i am the party, the apparatchik and the grey bureaucracy. i am
oh my god i think i'm cuba, or possibly tanzania. the realization hits me bluntly: oh my god they've colonized me. castro: be virgin sound. nyerere: a
I am your plumber No I never went away I still bug your bedrooms And pick up everything you say It can be a boring job To moniter all day your excess
we were together For I smell of the earth And am stained by the weather When my family thinks That I'm safe in my bed From night until morning I am