Buck 65 Lyrics
Buck 65 Lyrics
"Wicked and Weird Lyrics"
The True Story About Doctor Faust's Pact With Mephistopheles Lyrics
the prologue at heaven the archangels, god and the devil the choir of archangels sing harmonic verses in glory of god but there's a dissonance among them the devil is going to talk with god about his creatures from earth who are searching ways over the human condition god become startled and defends his creation
the prologue at heaven the archangels, god and the devil the choir of archangels sing harmonic verses in glory of god but there's a dissonance among them the devil is going to talk with god about his creatures from earth who are searching ways over the human condition god become startled and defends his creation
Driving with a yellow dog, I95
He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes
Up at a decent hour, I never ate yet
Got a little Johnny Cash in the old tape deck
Nothing in the trunk but some base ball gloves
a pair of jumper cables and a set of golf clubs
blanket on the back seat we're in rough shape
sunroof held on with a bit of duck tape
looking for a gas station, better make a list
Fill'er up with regular, I need to take a piss
sexy girl air freshener, snacks and a pinwheel
top up the fluids, clean the bugs off the windshield
not a care in the world, not a how, and a why
no destination, not a cloud in the
Ficus Lyrics
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back on the road not a moment too soon
dish ran away with some other spoon
Wicked & wierd I'm a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fich
trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
(Repeat x2)
Hole in the muffler, ghosts on the shoulder
cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder
to roll down the window you gotta use a wrench
Been thinking about brushing up on my french
Right there in the glove box, if you should look
You'll find 40 parking tickets
And a copy of the Good Book
Don't bother looking, you'll never find me
My Beautiful Flower Lyrics
your mouth blooms like a cut sweet and full of sin i prick myself on your thorns and i bleed within your leaves fade to brown and i watch you die in my torture garden under black sunshine my beautiful flower he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me... our
I'm starting from scratch and leaving trouble behind meyour mouth blooms like a cut sweet and full of sin i prick myself on your thorns and i bleed within your leaves fade to brown and i watch you die in my torture garden under black sunshine my beautiful flower he loves me not he loves me he loves me not he loves me... our
Wicked & wierd I'm a road hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fich
trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
(Repeat x2)
Wicked, wicked, wicked and weird
Christ almighty, there's a rattle in the wheel well
Dog fell asleep and man, I don't feel well
But all I need is a half decent breakfast
And I'll be back at it, dirty and reckless
5 o'clock shadow, lips like mudflaps
hands like eagle's talons, eyes like hub caps
The further I get, I keep going faster
Whispers in the wind,
Spawn Again Lyrics
Death becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes As a death from old age becomes nearer Why can't the livestock be free When trading soldiers for steak Learn to evolve with the new transition To act upon a hypocritical vision Discard the old and in with the new Discard the old and in with the fashion <
and cows in the pastureDeath becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes As a death from old age becomes nearer Why can't the livestock be free When trading soldiers for steak Learn to evolve with the new transition To act upon a hypocritical vision Discard the old and in with the new Discard the old and in with the fashion <
I have no plans and nothing to prove either
I eat out of a bag and sleep in a movie theatre
The highway's a story teller, I just write it down
Already been beaten, there's no way to fight it now
I just kick back and keep warm on the cold days
And laugh 'cause it ain't like it was in the old days
I figure when I make it to the heavenly gates
They'll be working on my car and playing 78's
Wicked & wierd I'm aroad hog with an old dog
singing slow songs trying to hold on
Wicked & wierd I'm a rat fich
trying to practice doing back flips on your mattress
(Repeat x2)