never dare to try... Ghosts we are, made of flesh and bone With empty minds and hearts of stone The seed that was not meant to thrive Existing but not really alive Ghosts
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Girl, I wanna die in yer arms tonight I really don't care about the wrong or right The fruit is forbidden but it's sweet and it's ripe I think I'm gonna
draggin' on Andthat train just keeps a-rollin' On down to San Antone When I was just a baby My mama told me, son Always be a good boy Don't ever play
And I'm so dirty Call me daddy You're so sexy You can be my bad girl If someone hurt you And you tried to hide it I'll cut you deeper 'Cause I know you
I got my pick up truck and I got my gun And I got a taste for whiskey and pills I know I'm kinda fucked 'cause I'm my father's son And I gotta hole in
, stop crying Bite my lip, I close my eyes Try to tell myself you're no prize Can't forget you, girl, but I'm tryin' No one else will ever be The things
I think I would, if I could, kill the emperor Let's stop the war and feed the poor, let's kill the emperor Let's stop the lies, the dead can't rise, silence
There's a sickness in my soul And I don't know but I been told It's incurable There's a darkness in my heart Slowly tearin' me apart It's unbearable
Sittin' restless under the moonlight I know I'm gettin' ready to kill They say we're goin' in with the daylight Ma I don't want to but I will 'Cause
Blue sky, devil eye Cyanide, suicide Double down, let it ride Lose your money, bruise your pride Easy came, easy went Ghetto slums, tenements Things
I just can't do it, not anymore Every time I fake a smile, feel just like a whore I just can't do it, it's beyond my means And all I know about love,
Met a fine red boned mami She told me that her name was Lucille Met her on Fountain Avenue Sitting on a Cadillac Coupe De Ville She said, I'm a liar,
I was too busy counting all my zeros Never really thought too much about heroes Never really thought too much about anyone but me Never really opened
She says that she likes the ocean There's a house up on the hill Where you can just make out the ocean There's a woman there waiting for your hard work
Ride with the devil, hide with the Lord I got no pistol, ain't got no sword I got no army, ain't got no land Ain't got nothing but the stone that's in
