HAUSHINKA |
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2006.01.10. 19:37 |
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Haushinka is a girl with a peculiar name.
I met her on the eve of my birthday.
Did she know.
Did she know, before she went away,
Does she know?
But its too damn late
This girl has gone far away. Now she's gone.
All I have now is a memory to date.
A cheap hat and cigarettes, and a peculiar name.
I didn't know. I didn't know, before she went away.
I know now. I know now, and it's too damn late.
Will she ever find her way?
I'm too damn young to be too late, but am I?
Yet again I'm kicking myself, and I'll be here in battle scars,
waiting for you.
Waiting for you now. |
WALKING ALONE |
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2006.01.10. 19:36 |
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Come together like a foot in a shoe.
Only this time I think I stuck my foot in my mouth.
Thinking out loud and acting in vain.
Knocking over anyone that stands in my way.
Sometimes I need to apologize.
Sometimes I need to admit that I ain't right.
Sometimes I should just keep my mouth shut, or only say hello.
Sometimes I still feel I'm walking alone.
Walk on eggshells on my old stomping ground,
yet there's really no one left, that's hanging around.
Isn't that another familiar face?
Too drunk to figure out they're fading away. |
REJECT |
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2006.01.10. 19:34 |
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Who the hell are you to tell me what I am and what's my master plan.
What makes you think that it includes you?
Self-righteous wealth Stop flattering yourself,
'cause when the smoke clears here I am.
Your 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 not my type. Not my type.
What's the difference between you and me?
I do what I want, and you do what you're told.
So listen up and shut the hell up. It ain't no big deal.
And I'll see you in hell,
'cause when the smoke clears here I am, your reject all-American.
Falling from grace, right on my face.
To hell and back and hell again I've gone. |
TAKE BACK |
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2006.01.10. 19:33 |
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You pushed me once too far again,
I'd love to break your fucking teeth.
Stick a knife in the center of your back.
You 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 back, Take.
The taste of bad blood on the tip of my tongue.
An eye for an eye. Gun for a gun.
Cold-cocked and I'm taking back what's mine.
Expect it when you're least expecting it.
No loss of love, the smell of regret.
Lights out.
Can't take anymore
Shit. |
KING FOR A DAY |
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2006.01.10. 19:32 |
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Started at the age of 4.
My mother went to the grocery store.
Went sneaking through her bedroom door to find something in a size 4.
Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
Just wait 'til all the guys get get a load of me.
My daddy threw me in therapy.
He thinks I'm not a real man.
Who put the drag in the drag queen.
Don't knock it until you tried it. |
GOOD RIDANNCE(TIME OF YOUR LIFE) |
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2006.01.10. 19:30 |
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Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
It was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life.....
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life.....
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life..... |
POSETHETIC HEAD |
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2006.01.10. 19:27 |
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I see you, down in the front line.
Such a sight for sore eyes, you're a suicide makeover.
Plastic eyes, lookin' through a numbskull.
Self effaced, What's his face.
You erased yourself so shut up.
You don't let up
You have a growth that must be treated,
life a severed severe pain in the neck.
You can smell it but you can't see it.
No explanation identified 'cause you don't know.
You don't say.
And you got no reply.
Hey you, where did you come from?
Got a head full of lead, you're a inbred bastard son.
All dressed up, red blooded, Amannequin.
Do or die, no reply, don't deny that you're synthetic.
You're pathetic. |
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
