he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead Gunpowder
now Pe-PEOPLE! Chorus Brooklyn's gunpowder, Shaolin's gunpowder Uptowns gunpowder, Jersey's gunpowder Even in New Zealand's gunpowder Australia's gunpowder Princeton's gunpowder Even in New haven's gunpowder
I smell gunpowder Brooklyn's gunpowder, Shaolin's gunpowder Uptown's gunpowder, Jersey's gunpowder Even in New Zealand's gunpowder Australia's gunpowder
i was what i thought, that's what i thought i was nothing's very new, but who cares about that now mankind, tower lift, not giving up the faith my head
I'm not seventeen And going on nowhere fast A decade lost in the East Bay fog Birthday cards thrown in the trash Last years' calendar On the
Well, she's kind of like an artist Sittin' on the floor She never finishes, she abandons Never shows a soul And she's kind of like a movie Everyone rushes
When you're just a sickly mess You're worn and tired and scared to death Well you, you can come to me And we can share a disease And talk and roll around
I heard a song tonight It made me think of you All the pain the loss of love That's gone from inside You both seem so happy you could cry She says she
Well, I'm thinking about all the losers Who showed up to make this scene Where did they go when things didn't work out When they burned out on the streets
At your funeral Things will be different I will feel so good I'll pass out cigars Bring a big ol' cake And a keg, yes! I can hardly, I can hardly wait
Buffalo once roamed The great expanse of our country Now they stand in the sandbox In the corner of the city We had our picnics in the park Watching the
Once I had a brother ANd we grew up Looking out for each other And when he fucked up I did me best to cover his lies I hid him from the cops When he was
Election night in that wonderful crowd The President's speech wasn't half as loud as you I listened, too New Years Eve at Rice Street again We fell
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like
This girl at another table Started singing "Danny Boy" And staring at me With a mischevous grin Drawing me in with her eyes And then she
I was falling through the cracks, now I'm piling up bricks I was clutching for straws, now I'm gonna take the fifth I'm gonna say nothing but my name
He is good at certain things Like making you feel guilty And disappointing everybody At breaking promises and plans And talking shit behind your back
