Dry stone and old dirty roses... Souls talk and convey condolence to anybody died praying to a dead collective The holy 3, a breakfast of champions Well I've got a fee No exemptions on these demands dealing with more respect then those boys selling cheap delusion Empty your bows of those balloons burst open, clean up to a T and straightedge to...Learn More

Cruel world and fat bottom girls has got you skin deep in a thunder suit with a safety tie Well fed on a well fashioned lie, your an accomplice to your own demise and the choir boy can't save you he's got blood in his coke lines,please please no more down on your knees and oh help me lord scenes, put out the flames in your pipe dreams and embrace...Learn More

You will always win playing a life full of 8 balls Welcome too my nightmare, tape recording noose lingo and interrupting booty calls And when I fall Give me a moment and I'll turn heads, give me two and I'll break bread, give more and I'll raise the dead I'm on a diet of brown bag bottles and newport cigarettes I died trying to earn your respect,...Learn More

My mistress in agony, my beauty brewed in ashes I dine with the facetious and on the families in fashion Come hop the bandwagon and land on fields growing glasses, a jugular covered in gashes will heal a life full of laughs and a death void of sadness I plead with you boys like a judge pleads friendly gabble dances, like a judge gives phony gabble...Learn More