Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's never gonna be enough space
So eat the meek, enjoy the waste
It's always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
The factory mass producing fear, bottled,
Capped, distributed near and far
Sold for a reasonable price
And the people, they love it, they feed it
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Because there's always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code discarded youth
You know there's always gonna be pedigree
One own the air one pay to breathe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee don't bee longe
THE DESPERATION'S GONE
Trip down the stairs into hell
Cathay de I miss your smell
A mixture of puke, beer, stale piss
Fuck, sweat, and fear
Adrenaline addicted, the blood leak
From my head kinda concerned my friends
But at the time it felt so right
The music blaring on, now that desperation's gone
(The song is same) The desperatio'ns gone
Turn, tune the knob k-go
Some alternal radio
Strategic marketing hype, media, stereotype
Has our music been castrated? Yes
To you it may sound good
To me it sounds all wrong
The notes and chords sound similar
The same forbidden beat, but
The desperation's gone
(the song's the same)
But the desperation's gone
QUART IN SESSION
It's funny how nothing seems much fun
Anymore to me now that I quit the drink
'Cause Soberness, it might be what I need
But it's certainly not how I wanna be
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
Consequence never had anytime to think
About what coulda, shoulda, happen to me
C-common sense my parents said I
Didn't have any, but now look whose
Got the Dough
No longer born to lose
Put away my party shoes
Missin' the alcohol
Don't feel like goin' out
Nothing worth singin' about
Missin' the alcohol
Without tonic n gin
Without no vicodin
Nothing seems much fun anymore to me
(x4)
FALLING IN LOVE
Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin
Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me
We're goin down, but not our love
Death don't seem so bad, 'cause I'm with you
My only love, so close your eyes
Kiss me one last time, We're gonna
Die, but not our love, not our love
Writer(s): Mike Burkett
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