Search results for: nimrod

Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar nameI met her on the eve of my birthdayDid she knowDid she know,before she went awayDoes she know?But it’s too damn late This girl has gone far awayNow she’s gone All I have now is a memory to dateA cheap hat and cigarettes,and a peculiar nameI didn’t knowI

Hey mister, where you headed?Are you in a hurry?I need a lift to happy hour.Say oh no.Do you brake for distilled spirits?I need a break as well.The well that inebriates the guilt.1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.Boom boom boom boom boom boomCold turkey’s getting stale, tonight I’m eating crow.Fermented salmonella poison oak noThere’s a drought

You pushed me once too far againI’d love to break your fucking teethStick a knife in the center of your backYou better grow some eyes in the back of your head.I fight dirty just like your looks.Can’t take, can’t take, can’t take anymore Take back, take backTake… The taste of bad blood on the tip

Who the hell are you to tell me what I am and what’s mymaster plan. What makes you think that it includes you?Self-Righteous wealth. Stop flattering yourself, cause when the smoke clears here I amYour reject all-american.Sucking up your social sect, making you a nervous wreck.To hell and back and hell again I’ve gone. You’re

We’re living in repetitionContent in the same old shtick againNow the routine’s turning to contention;like a production line going over and over and overroller coaster. Now I cannot speakI lost my voiceI’m spechless and redundant‘Cause I love you’s not enoughI’m lost for words. Choreopgraphed and lack of passionPrototypes of what we wereWent full circle ’til