Originally by Everclear This is a song about Susan This is a song about the girl next door This is a song about the everyday occurrences That make me
You talk the talk but you won't fool me. I once was blinded, but now I see. The words you speak aren't reality. You never practiced what you preach.
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straight of the S.P.C. (South Park Coalition) I'm The One, not the three or the fo' Y'all get knocked out of the frame tryin to step to K-Rino [Verse
[Talking:] Yeah Look at you mayne Still on that same thang you was on back in the days mayne I about to beleive in them lies no more mayne You need to
Is killing a sin? Is it? If it is let our Lord be my Judge If I'm above the laws of man, am I above the law of God? I did what I had to do and now I
This place is going dead. So snap our picture let's go down outside, you're so perfect in pink. Black bracelet, I could never forget so let's drink up
I broke free on a saturday morning. I put the pedal to the floor. headed north on mills avenue, and listened to the engine roar. my broken house behind
And the men who hold high places Must be the ones to start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it
Nail a coffin, keep it shut. Try and dig a deeper rut planning on a pay cut. Xmas time. Looking for a big break. Limbless get a fair shake. Sleeping
You've got a bad vibration from your morbid fascination Try to creep your way through town, but the bridge is already down Yeah, you and your cronies
John Coltrane's got a great big train Colour of the juice running through my veins And if you leave me, boo-hoo-hoo I will turn this colour too
I lost my way But I'm coming back to mess with your head And I'm feeling all alone Got to get you, got to let you know I can never have you so I
I want to go where the good ones go I want to know what the good ones know I want to go, won't you take me with you? I want to go, won't you take
Every evening, every day Calling for love that's from above Everyone wanting it for real Expecting devotion and love Isolation, isolation Isolation
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Man! You're sucked in Another conspiracy theory And you've been fooled Because love spelt backwards is evol (Boo!) Fuck Woodstock Fuck Woodstock
We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They pick up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think
