"I get what I want this time baby." Foul temptress I want it too This hell, this doom baby I find I cannot part with this shadow of a thought Desire in
They call this the badlands, baby But it used to be bayou The shore of an inland sea And I can hear you coming What foul beast stalks this way The night
tour, it'll be oh, oh, oh so good We're gonna steal your guarantee, shit Oh, steer clear, we're on a wicked path We've got plans, wicked plans It's
Take your knife out. The blade is deep in my back. (But it's not the first time.) Can we figure a way to bandage the wound? ('Cause it's not the first
for the farthest shore I would try to be something But you won't stop debating Try to find ways so I can start living It's been said, the things you
Consuming every little thing we get our claws around I do subscribe to the thought that we are the dinosaurs With pebbled skin, sharp teeth, a wicker
spoken You're voted out and there's not time for your last words. I hope that you feel rotten When you get what you earn. For what it's worth I'll
heard Of hands that long for you to hold them The ticket's golden, the ticket's golden If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it It's
Does the left hand, know what the right hand is doing You're a fool man Ever get sick of not knowing You're a fool man Ever get sick of not knowing Does
floor apparently it's not my choice to make so here's another one is it good enough please do accept i need this if it's not up to par i just can
lying, to them it's Technicolor I can tell you're lying, cuts through my belly Lies this deck is stacked with lies No one knows the difference So what's
Beware, beware out of their closets The skeletons are coming Come down with me where the woods meet the water Let's get away from your dirty little secrets
top of the food chain Let the foxes dig holes in the stations Ain't this such a grand new dark age? Why shouldn't they believe that Their home's just
I promise you Promise that I?ll run away with you I?ll run away with you Spinning on that dizzy edge, I kissed her face and kissed her head And dreamed
Eloise sits, this privileged corpse, a mundane pace offers no struggle. Danny holds tight, chrome death kiss on a platter, he answers like raid to a
You gotta bring the hope back, baby A wide-eyed belief that there's something That's worth singing for I've got a lot to say I've got a lot to say I
With a wink and a nod look, we're all giving favors There's four pale pinked boys in an accountants hand Examples must be made, discipline must be maintained
paint the sky with fire The city is burning And I'll tear down the walls I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha, uh huh And there's nothing in the dark I won
