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I got a bad disease But from my brain is where I bleed Insanity it seems Has got me by my soul to squeeze Well all the love from thee With all the dying trees I scream The angels in

Well, my young lady, she lives three houses away she claims that she can hear moaning and screaming to me fuckin’ you every night well, let me say «hey» I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to

Well my lady lady, she lives three houses away she claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me «Fuck me Anthony, well Anthony» I want to party on your pussy, baby I want to party on, party on

1st verse: Well, my landlady, she lives 3 houses away She claims that she can hear my baby screaming to me «fuck me» every day, when I’m in the hay 2nd verse: Struck by lust in a telephone booth Busted

Bells around St Petersburg When I saw you I hope I get what you deserve And this is where I find Smoke surrounds your perfect face And I´m falling Pushin a broom out into space And this is where I

she’s stone cold bush yea and baby that’s alright she’s stone cold bush yea and that’s alright with me get up off your knees, come on walk with me tell me what you need to get along a statue come

(O GOOD GOD, HEAVEN ALMIGHTY, Heaven?s to murder troy, We´ve got a cataclismic situation developing someone get down here now!!) Cumma cumma baby let me show you what I´m talking about You Try to be a lady but your walking

Arthur J did indicated The boulevard would never be So full of love and life again Hot as hades early eightes Sign another song and make me Feel like I´m in love again Please don´t strip my mind Leave something

Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement thinking about the goverment the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he’s got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off God knows

step right up and listen please you’re gonna get it with the greatest of ease everybody gather round all aboard the underground you’ve got to get in before you get out and gettin’ out is what it’s gonna be about

Should of been, could of been Would of been dead If I didn’t get the message Goin’ to my head I am what I am Most motherfuckers Don’t give a damn Aw baby think you can Be my girl, I’ll

flat on my back in a lonely sprawl i stare at the ceiling because i can not fall asleep tonight no not at all head lights flash across my bedroom wall crying eyes open because i can not fall in

This is my time This is my tear I can see clearly now That this is not a place For playing solitaire Tell me where you want me This is my time This is my tear Comin? on strong Baudelaire

My mouth fell open Hoping that the truth Would not be true Refuse the news I’m feeling sick now What the fuck am I Supposed to do Just loose and loose First time I saw you you were sitting Backstage