When you're stuck in a deep, self reflective mode
Reach for
I'm tired of American socialite culture
God, it makes me sick
I've
Morality patrol
First amendment she's coming down
First amendment she's coming d
Take your soapbox rants and your politics
Stick them where the
Sha-La-La
Sha-La-La
Shine on me
Sha-La-La
Sha-La-La
Shine on me
She shuffles he
Shame and anger in his mind
They torture and this shit's
He had just turned nineteen yesterday,
Wanted to be a school
We like to stress a lot
Never blow our top
That red
Seems to me you were snake bitten from day one
Absent
[Originally by The Skids]
Into the valley
Bethrothed and divine
Realisations no
We've passed the point of argument, the tension fills the
Pray as you rest on this night
As God, November, and
Locked and loaded one more time
Seeing if you can read
Some people will go for years, without ever finding their
Not without a purpose and it's not without a fight
I've
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