Lyrics:
kinda pristine
Uh, I wasn't listening to Christine and the Queens
I was listening to fifteen
Young men like me kick a sixteen
Full of pain in a city,
the devil had found me
Trapped me in a corner of my mind
And my legs were both shaking
From the pain they'd been taking
Picked my body up and aimed for home
of something so tainted
Your stupid (yeah), I'm stupid (yeah)
And that's why we buy into co-operation
With those afraid of fear
With those afraid of pain
With
Johnny lived with a grace and glitter
Kind of like the lives he lived on stage
Died in a barn in pain and bitter
Twenty-seven years of age
Why did
can make a difference
My privilege is done
I don't know that I can make a difference
Old pain, no name
It's not hard to lay blame
Blame game
can make a difference
My privilege is done
I don't know that I can make a difference
Old pain, no name
It's not hard to lay blame
Blame game
I asked, "How could that be? How could anyone become better by
Having been put through so much pain?
Guilt said, "I make them see themselves for
Oh, I am sorry you won't recognize me
Born and bred to be led
And be dead by degrees
I'm taking a moment to express my regret
Before I forget how
goes by, I don't miss him
When the lonely gets to be too much
I try to kill the pain with a stranger's touch
Though I know I won't forget him
multiply- tear Heaven down...
With a Serpent's kiss, with a Serpent's kiss..."
[The Serpent to Eve (in turn, Eve to Adam):]
"Black superstition, denied by
first of all ya look at me close searchin' for lines
Thankin' that you can get in my mind, thankin' that I'm
A lightweight, left fly straight in one wait
appealing
What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to kill me
Crushed to death
I'm crushed to death"
Faith, turn it out
Like a hole
Turn it out
Oh,
Because of you
The tears dead in my eyes
They freeze until I'm blind
The eyes a gift from you
Because of you
The scratches on my face
Will
Surrounded by castles of rain,
I'm on the tearful train again
And it's
Too hard to talk about it
Too wild to analyze
She's living in a dream now,
Each time the telephone rings
I act like I'm okay
Wonder what I might say
But it don't mean a thing
Every day I drive on by
Wanna say so much
Deep inside I know that you've been hurtin'
And your bitter words were brought on by the pain
I said it's over
Now I'm not so certain
Baby if I
right by my side, yes, I do, yes, I do
Got that long black hair, oh yeah
Keep a good fat boy satisfied
Fetch me my good girl
I know she understands,
not board
For the ticket takers are tied
For five and change an hour
They will count the passers by
They say the sky's the limit
But the sky's
Written by Billy Burnette and Mentor Williams.
There goes my baby walkin' out the door
I never cried a bigger tear before
You don't know 'til it
Awash on the tides of city rain I flow through the streets and into the drains numbed by the gaze of uncaring faces try to offer my truth--but they
of death, from the tune of ruffiah's trumpet
The return of esop is the legion, the messiah is coming
The angles over hell will chastise with pain
Those who
myself
Soon they all will say
You need to be put away
I'm getting fucking close
Dying by an overdose
No one knows, I do coke
I do smack, I do
When I'm by myself
Here alone
Crystal clear
Fresh water falls
Hush and dive
Got a little cradle for my brain
A magic pill to kill the pain
in the Ramada, I open drama
Told the lamas in my bomba, word to mama
Ready to war in pajamas in these cold streets
I hold heat... I'm a known thief,
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