return again We're the last before the storm Watching the sun going down on us We wish we had never been born To be the last before the storm Who's
on behind closed doors Oh, behind closed doors I let my hair hang down I'm glad that I'm a woman No one knows what goes on behind closed doors Behind closed
I?ll tell you one last time if your wondering why It?s that you drove me out of my fucking head Fuck your rules, fuck your intentions, and fuck you enemies Nobody gives a
it screaming out your name, your name! When I lay with you I could stay there, Close my eyes, feel you here forever, You and me together, nothing is better! Cause there?s a
?re my lady Someday we?ll be falling In love again Don?t let us crash Lay close to me Keep out the thoughts Just try to breath Stay in my skin To my last
were you When my walls came falling down? You tried to hide You stood close by And didn't make a sound! (Say something!) Find you some paper And I'll go grab you a
'm gone, high like frutose, frutose You wanna know the truth, really, you gone, you gone It'll blow ya out ya mind like a UFO, UFO I'm basically a resident
I've seen, obviously I'm inspired Got love for all the friendships I've acquired Everybody put a hand up, put a hand up, hey, hey, hey Everybody put a hand up, put a
It's so hard just waiting In a line that never moves It's time you started making Your own rules You gotta scream until there's nothing left With your last
: Close comes the winter Summer is no longer And things, they seem much bleaker We'll see a Catherine Deneuve double feature And our lives will fade
s as warm as saxophones and honey in the sun for you I've been spending half the year In a plane going up and down You've been seeing other people from a
a painless death We?ll beat your dome You?re softly blocking mess So fly him home With a racist comment The leaky chrome, what?s up? A toxic note confess, a
it all for forty acres and a trophy wife. Dust gathers on the books that contain our past, and we're but peons in a circuit built by time to last.
having fun the kind of feeling I've waited so long Don't stop come a little closer As we jam the rythm gets stronger There's nothing wrong with just a
Or jerry falwell television Don't forget, he's coming back So put your dollars in the stack The second coming's getting close So pay up now and get the most Form a
loving you so much But where are you and where's your fatal touch? When I closed my eyes, was it my siesta? Did I encounter a darkness stronger than sleep
the Bushes We don't chase money we chase dreams Rub this money in your face, face cream Doctors say I have a problem I see nothing but the bread Told me close
A.M.E.X. negro card Last time I was seen in a strip club Rain, I hurricane Katrina the strip club May I, say I, made a way? Stay fly 'til the, day I,
