Sickened |
You gotta reap what you sow you damn dirty hoYou're roots are sickened with disease& no matter how many time you tryYou just won't ever be appeasedOh please, I've heard it all beforeLife's a bitch...
Posted by Brenna Red on Sun, 29 Jun 2008 09:21:00 PST |
Draggin My Feet |
Draggin feet down memories slainDraggin feet down memories slainFor most it'll never be the sameAgain, againIt's the noise, noise, noise that had kept it so closeBut the words were spoke "It's the las...
Posted by Brenna Red on Sat, 24 May 2008 05:31:00 PST |
Baby Don’t Tell Me Please |
Everything I 've wanted was everything I didn't have.I when I dream about the future I'm a-drippin bout the dirty past.So baby don't you tell me please, "Why you live so fast?"
I was hustlin round the...
Posted by Brenna Red on Thu, 08 May 2008 11:13:00 PST |
Lambretta Baby |
Lambretta baby, don't know where you've been.Lambretta baby, lips of heaven & sin.But when you smile at me, I knew my days would come a spin.And now I'm lost in a whirlwind for my
Lambretta, brett...
Posted by Brenna Red on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 09:54:00 PST |
I am |
Really stoked on what’s going on in my life. A little time to share, eh? Even though my physicalities are giving up i.e. hair, skin, nails, throat, eyes.... pretty much every extremity. But stil...
Posted by Brenna Red on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 12:03:00 PST |
Girls Girls |
Don't talk back accessories. Cold bitch smile, then they're on their knees.Never wear a watch or leave the kitchen.Girls are there to serve & appease.
Girls, girls. They're a dime a dozen.Boys, bo...
Posted by Brenna Red on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 11:42:00 PST |
Father Was A Robber |
Father was a Robber but he did not know best.Had a six round shooter he unloaded in a mess.Never tought to question why I never understood.Spitting daggers in my back he ain't no fucking robing Hood.
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Posted by Brenna Red on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 10:52:00 PST |
Murder Creek |
I keep my friends close to me.I keep my enemies Closer, but you're a snake.I keep your head on a stake.
Walk softly, whisper low.You fear what you seek.Run faster don't look back.Taste the dirty of a ...
Posted by Brenna Red on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 10:46:00 PST |
Gimme Something Good |
Gimme something good, gimme something real.I need to love, I need to feelYour rock n' roll fashion, this degenerate fad.I'll be dancin when you're good & dead.
Gimme, gimme something real.Gimme, g...
Posted by Brenna Red on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 10:42:00 PST |
Monster |
You made a monster. You made a monster out of me.I am the monster. Complete with all monstrosities.I am the monster. Whoa, scream Dracula, scream.
You are the monster. You are the monster inside of me...
Posted by Brenna Red on Wed, 09 Jan 2008 10:40:00 PST |
