And his mama cries ... |
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Oct 2008 14:03:00 GMT |
One nation. Indivisible?... |
The tangled webs they weave span from Pine to Ruby Ridge, way back from Shay's defeat on up to Gustafsen (now cue the ass parade of ditto-heads and commissars and pricks to drown out this faintest thr...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 07:58:00 GMT |
was it some idiotic game we fucking played?... |
Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see? Do you remember when we used to hang out? And we knew what we were ALL ABOUT Different bands with different ideas And I'm not talking ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 07:45:00 GMT |
I will not be the victim, I will not play your games... |
I can't take this anymore I'm losing what I was All the nightmares that I face They draw away my love I've become unreasonable... A vehicle of pain All the sadness turns to rage 'til Everything's bloo...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 07:30:00 GMT |
