you're sick and rotten to the core hey you're all washed up would you please shut up take a walk that way hey you're all washed up would you please shut up
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just won't get enough The rain won't wash away your sins You'll be here to do them all over again She wakes up with an urge to get high Everyday the
this quick Every head is so dignified, every mood is so sanctified Every urge is so satisfied as long as you have paid All the silver, all the gold, all
Revolution creep up, slap you on the nose bridge Touces in the back room gettin' the dutch And these women in my black book, they all quite posh Still, I wash my own brief, wash
King William One day Prince Derek will be her intended Queen Uberta Splendid Derek We've tried all summer but we just can't lose her Odette Hey fellas, wait up
So really, where would we be if not free? I know we rise again through Romans 3:23 Falling up to race in places you all fall And all I did would be the
make dope songs, the task we were given We're to air out the main stream brain washed zombies Who wanna smoke blunts and live with their mommies Two mouths to feed no urge
t you stop the party and don't you lose the faith Keep on going on Moving on son Converge upon your urge and be submerged in the funk We all come to the
and all washed up and still nursing a stinking cup he shades his eyes from a cloudless sky and punkes it up, it's party time again. Combat boots are all
Bridge #1: Every head is so dignified, every moon is so sanctified, Every urge is so satisfied as long as you're with me. All the silver, all the gold, all
baby's all doped up, strung out on the world Try'nna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast Uh, this
lost again. But would I feel as whole, as in control? Am I slowly drowning, or staying afloat with each soothing burn cascading? Maybe Hunter was right. Taking all this in is overwhelming. All
of self consuming rebirth peeling back the skin of flame to rise up from this fire these layers of apocalypse cover the sky in hatred memories washed
how, they see the freestyle We'll set up the set, we'll show up the show We're out to bow, it's time to go Fill up the tank and let's hit the road Working
