Marcy Playground lyrics
Marcy Playground lyrics
"One More Suicide lyrics"
Here In The Bubble lyrics
Keep my feet on the sand Gotta take the hand that guides me there As I reach, do they stare? Do they feel the same way? I wanna be here! I wanna
Keep my feet on the sand Gotta take the hand that guides me there As I reach, do they stare? Do they feel the same way? I wanna be here! I wanna
Christopher O' Malley went out on a bridge Down in Chehalis And clutching his bible and a letter from her Fell into the river Pity no one was there No angels in the air And the morning paper ran One more suicide His mama stayed by the river side Down in Chehalis And clutching her bible and a letter from him Fell into crying PityPeople Hate Me lyricsno one was there No angels in the air And the morning paper ran One more suicide Pity no one was there No angels in the air And the morning paper ran One more suicide One more suicide One more suicide Dog and His Master Hey little boy see the Johnny and Janes Hey little boy you see them all go insane Look and see Spot run 'Cause he pissed in their hallway Run S
I'm wretched, I'm infested, rejected and infectedI'm a loser, I'm a winner, a born-again sinnerCut my throat and watch me bleed, addicted tragedyAnd I hate you andMy Flowers Are Still In Your Wastebasket lyricspot run Run away from it all And I say you can be anyway that you wanna be How I'll be, that's up to me Hey little girl see them all run around Hey little girl you see them all tumble down Johnny will boss Janey will buy Spot will beg But everyone dies As I said you can be any way that you wanna be How I'll be, tha's up to me One little, two little, three littl
Silent, dark night The storm had just passed by Things have settled down again After a long fight The smoke slowly clears But clouds still drop the rCrosstalk lyricse idiots Four little, five little, six little idiots Seven little, eight little, nine little idiots All in suit and tie One little, two little, three little idiots Four little, five little, six little idiots Seven little, eight little, nine little idiots All dressed up to die, and I say You can be any way that you wanna be But how I'll be, that's up to me
I'm talking to you I'm talking to you ....... I'm talking to you I'm talking to you cut the superstition let it all hang out make a clear decision an