Lyrics:
spirit of Gram Parsons
In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London
And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description
But it's pretty
spirit of Gram Parsons
In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London
And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description
But it's pretty
Listen to the lies, look her in the eyes.
Sucking off my people, now she’s sucking mine.
I ain’t worried about it, I just take my time.
Keep my
goes by a little too fast, seconds floating through our little hands
Oh, it all goes by a little too fast, for us little people to understand
It all
corporations
No legalisation for plants, but giving medication
And they're suffocating little ones with the wrong education
People, why we so cold
People, why we
There's a green plaid jacket on the back of the chair
It's like a moment frozen forever there
Mom and dad had a lot of big plans for their little
the grease, burnin' candles in the teeth
Summoned by the killer who remembered the names of each
Southside cop killer queens
Circle the vehicle and squeeze
brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people have to fight
Some people give it up
They wanna hold you back, tell 'em pee
people really
Some people really are
She had several cars, she had credit cards, a castle
Large master bathroom, gettin' a pedicure
Belaney by
an incident kid
I left your trailer clean
Believe it when pig fly
'Cause life is a pigsty
And I don't wanna to live if that means people like me die
Too
that you love
Tell me you love
Unbreak my
Say that you love
Say that you love
Tell me
In a church,by the face,
He talks about the people going
love, oh!
Tell me, please
Should I actually
Follow
My dreams...
My dream
Old objections to the way
People talking now
Disrespect to soul and brain
Fuck this bitch off Hennessy
I'm rounding up the commas
They can't see (Guala)
I kill all my enemies
Fucking up the stu' and the sheets
People
anger and sway, egos and infinite nerve
They rant and they rave about things
That they crave and the people who force them to serve
They sing from
but I'm a real cool guy
Started jacking off at the age of five
Chronic masterbator by junior high
I touched my self
Nutted in my teachers eye
No lie
art, or quilt some quilts
How do you think you'd look in Williamsburg
Wear American Apparel and all plaid shirts
But that's never gonna happen,
So I
butchers blocks in kitchenettes
Consciousness is drowned out by a silhouette
Silky sets full of blonde hair the eyes grizzly, brown bear,
Big brother got it
Oh Lorry I love you so much
I don't know what I'd do if you weren't by my side
I love the glasses you wear to school
Those plaid shirts sure are cool
of the plan
But I can't wait to get back around That bonfire
With the little lady by my side
She's a hula hoopin hottie with a Coca cola body and I know in her
plaid
Yeah I got little plaques
But I got hella hoes
Dust Court raised, Sour Deisel smokin', Saratoga sold
Lamped up in the Ut
Shawdy lip lockin my Jones
on
And my plaid shirt and horse polo
Big wheels on the truck hop up in my stage coach
When the little ones fall asleep
Thanking the lord for each soul he
you're fan of them
Won't you name five songs then
Little vampire e-girl
New wave beach goth
You can have anything you want
You don't have to try so hard
she won't.
I should have waited. No, I should have left.
Maybe she loves me, not.
The train arrived a little late,
you stood by the tracks.
You were
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