Letras:
Blues Self Destruction

table with a breakfast made for two Sitting at the table with a breakfast made for two Oh please, dear Lord, help me get rid of my self destruction blues

no good, feelin' this a way Gonna rock my blues away Gonna get up Tear my blue self down When I get through boogyin' Won't be no more blues around

Don?t stop understanding Some prefer to stay in shells underground Self-destruction will make others to drown Bring out the love in you Become the perfect blue

it's time to listen and hear her cries the one that gave us life is being burnt to the raw reaping unprotected riches, human nature's self-destruction

children's lives Wither vines of family ties Self-destruction Make him function Crayons and clay Days turn blue to gray Days turn blue to gray Seventeen

wild bangin' before trial new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts ready to self destruct Lord I don't wanna die

, this fowl and salivating visage Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my chamber door Silent sat and staring nothing more, a-skance, a-skew The self

of all, yo, we ain't no saints Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint? The same feelin' scheme, temper made the rhythm mean My self-esteem,

is real wild bangin' before trial New kicks new trial I don't give a fuck I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts Ready to self destruct Lord I don'