March 2008
Smoking kills
Sex sells
I've got one hand in my pocket but the other one looks cool as hell.
I know I'm gonna die so my revenge is living well.
- Oh Lord, make me pure, but not yet
if this world is wearing thinand you're thinking of escapei'll go anywhere with youjust wrap me up in chainsbut if you try to go alonedon't think i'll understandstay with me, stay with me
you'd bette
And if I only could, Make a deal with God, And get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building. If I only could, oh... You don't want to hurt