1. |
Children of the Sun
02:42
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Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
We are the children of the sun
We cracked our skulls from all the fun
Our heads are high up in the clouds
There's screaming voices shouting loud
They're shouting watch out for the light
Let it shine on you
Well I just died of a drug overdose
I fuckin choked on my vomit yes it was pretty gross
I also ruined my favorite shirt
Really wish I'd died in an uglier shirt
I was plannin' on givin' that shirt to my
Son one day
Black t-shirt
Dream Theater
'97 tour
Extra small extra small extra small extra small
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
(Extra small)
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
(Extra small)
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
(Extra small)
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad bad bad...
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
(Extra small)
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
(Extra small)
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad
(Extra small)
Keep walkin' on down the road I'm feelin' bad bad bad bad bad
So bad
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2. |
Everybody's Buying It
02:12
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I start it off with a major chord
I end it up with a minor chord
I play another fucking major chord
I play another fucking minor chord
Ooh ooh woo ooh ooh
My voice is silly like a cartoon man's
I sound like I'm about to jizz my pants
Am I political you know I am
I'm overcome now by a seizure dance
Ooh ooh woo ooh ooh
Oh I'm completely full of shit
But everybody's buying it
A child crying in a CVS
A sexy lady in an ugly dress
So many issues that must address
The very fact that life is meaningless
Ooh ooh woo ooh ooh
Oh I'm completely full of shit
But everybody's buying it
Everybody's buying it
Everybody's buying it
Everybody's buying it
Everybody's buying it
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3. |
Violated
01:57
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There's triangles on the plastic blinds
There's red circles running through my mind
And my motor skills are in decline
I hold on to what I've left behind
It's a game that two can play
When all you ever do is hide away
And all I ever do is hide away
Hide away from you
Oh
I held you in my bony arms
You fell for all my stupid charms
I never meant to cause you harm
But September came and I moved on
It's a game that two can play
When all you ever do is hide away
And all I ever do is hide away
Hide away from you
Oh
Cause I
I violated your body
And I
I violated your mind
And I
I took all that you could give me
And I
I fuckin' wasted your time
I fuckin' wasted your time
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4. |
Hard Boiled Eggs
03:00
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I picked up a book and I tried to read
You better believe it was by Graham Greene
I picked up a book and I tried to read
You better believe it was by Graham Greene
I put the book down cause I never read
All I do is cry and watch tv
(And by tv I mean porn)
Oh baby
I'll have hard boiled eggs for dinner
Oh baby
And for dessert a fuckin' pecan pie
Oh baby
Check-a my Facebook wanna feel-a like a winner
Cause all I do is cry and watch tv
(By tv I mean porn)
Dance around my apartment in my underwear
They're smelly and gross but I don't care
Microwave a fresh new pair of underwear
Slap em on and kick back in my chair
(Technically couch but that didn't rhyme)
Oh baby
I'll have hard boiled eggs for dinner
Oh baby
And for dessert a fuckin' pecan pie
Oh baby
Check-a my Facebook wanna feel-a like a winner
Cause all I do is cry and watch tv
(By tv I mean porn)
Feed my iguana his name's Uncle Bob
La la la la la la la la
My mom calls me up on the phone says "have you gotten a job?"
Not yet mom
All I really wanna do is rock n roll
Bust a couple nuts and smoke a bowl
Shake my ass like my name was Ms Beyonce Knowles
Shake my shit so hard my bowels lose control
(And I'm sorry to give you that image)
Oh baby
I'll have hard boiled eggs for dinner
Oh baby
And for dessert a fuckin' pecan pie
Oh baby
Play-a a game of minesweeper on beginner
And then it's time for me to cry and watch tv
(By tv I mean porn)
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5. |
Gun in my Backpack
02:28
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Walking down the street
It all seems beautiful to me
I stand up straight and seem to walk a little faster
Going to the shop
And making talk with Mrs. Locke
You know she's got the happy face of a disaster
Yes and everyone smiles and waves at me
And I wave and smile back
But there's one thing that they don't know
I've got a gun in my backpack
I've got a gun in my backpack
I've got a gun in my backpack backpack
I've got a gun in my backpack
If they only knew they'd probably shit their pants
Oh oh oh
Make a stinky stinky doo doo pie
Oh oh oh
But they're unaware of the real circumstance
I've got a gun in my backpack
A fuckin' gun in my backpack
I stole it from a dead man dead man
And now it's in my red backpack
Nobody knows I've got a gun in my backpack
Nobody sees I've got a gun in my backpack
I'm walking down the sidewalk with a smile
And a gun in my backpack
A loaded gun in my backpack
An ounce of weed in my backpack backpack
A bag of jizz in my backpack
I've got a gun in my backpack
I've got a gun in my backpack
I've got a gun in my backpack backpack
I've got a gun in my backpack
Nobody knows I've got a gun in my backpack
Nobody sees I've got a gun in my backpack
I'm walking down the sidewalk with a smile
And a gun in my backpack
A loaded gun in my backpack
An ounce of weed in my backpack backpack
A bag of jizz in my backpack
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6. |
Bad Things
03:27
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I know I've done bad things
But let the light into my life
I know I've done bad things
But let the light into my life
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
But let the light into my life
I know I've done bad things
But please let me spare breaking your heart
I know I've done bad things
But please let me spare breaking your heart
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
But please let me spare breaking your heart
I know I've done bad things
But let me begin with a new start
I know I've done bad things
But let me begin with a new start
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
But let me begin with a new start
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
I know I've done bad things
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