{This is song two on the album This is the album right here Burn the album} Tonight the city is full of morgues And all the toilets are overflowing There
Yo, homey don't play like that ? Hey, mr. asshole, what's your dirty hassle Sitting in your castle, judging everyone You're actin' like it's chill When
Come on motherfucker put your clothes on come on You lousy puke Fuck you Why don?t you call your mommy? You?re a fucking drunk Yeah I?m a fucking drunk
One more time I was born in this hotel Washing dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Trying hard not to think Lay it on to the dawn Everything
Judge me on the inside With a finger full of gravy Wanna get you on the sofa Lady, wanna shake and bake me Pocket full of blood And gotcha on a mound
Put me in a hole in the ground With the money and the towel And the women, all runnin' around Can't complain about the mess Momma killed the only dress
She took me off my guard with disappointment I got sucked inside of her apartment She's got dried up flowers, flaky skin A beaded necklace and a bottle
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I have seen the golden goat And he would like to lick my throat I know he's mean I know he's poor I know he waits Outside my door The goat's too weak
(let's do it again) High tech boots spray painted witcha names (do it a) T-shirts airbrushed that read the same (let's do it again) Thick herringbone chain, one gold
cold If you don't know she'll rob you for your silver and gold (gold, gold..) She will take it and go (go, go..) For your silver and gold (gold, gold
Golden days, in the sunshine of a happy youth Golden days, full of gaiety and full of truth In our hearts we remember them all else above Golden days,
the golden touch Give 'em a taste but not too much I just can't listen to the words of fools I don't give away too much Someone will need your golden
What I'm fighting for Is worth far more than silver and gold What I'm fighting for Is a chance to unite the past With the broken souls coming home at
it ain't real, it's fools gold There too many fools sold, not an excuse, oh, oh For me it ain't real, yes it's fools gold Fools gold, fools gold
Yo, I could've been had fame Jump shot with a stupid ass aim 'Cause you couldn't get around the last name So my crossover wins the last game And it's
My first kiss went a little like this And twist and twist Well, my first kiss went a little like this And twist and twist I said no more teachers and
All along the street They're holding signs that say That I am lost And that I do not know the way I asked the rock Sitting in a shade of gray I asked