February 2009
This is not a good town for psychedelic drugs Extremely menacing vibrations were all around us We finally made it to the room But the key wouldn't open the door
You know this cannot be perfect even when it is feeling right. And the sound of bodies crashing echo through the night. Dreams are gone. Nightmares are here to stay.
Cause she is watchin' wrestling Creamin' over tough guys Listenin' to rap-metal Turntables in her eyes She likes 'em with a mustache Racetrack season pass Drivin' in a Trans-Am Does a mullet make a ma
You're a bitch But I love you anyway Oh you can't sing But you still put me to sleep Baby You're a bitch Hey hey Hey hey You make me sick But don't ever go away