in league with Satan And you know There can't be no debating My hell-bound trail I was born with a tail I'm on a hell-bound trail Born with a tail,
a lie. A child was born tonight at the point of no return. We can't raise this child, this precious circus freak with fins for arms and a tail where
little love it hate it town So welcome to the chaos, a purely perfect mess You can get away with anything as long as you confess And make a big donation
came into the sky. And these beings got out of them, and they walked like a man but they had reptilian features. They had snake-like eyes, a tail, and
the greed swept across the desert sands In late August just to measure Her This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon A simple dish born with a silver
ll always find another Two rooms at the end of the world Well we've both ridden the wagon bit the tail off the dragon Borne our swords like steel knights
planned There must have been a hundred If we make a stand I think we'll be outnumbered If I'd had the chance Then I could understand Why I'm a juvenile
out the village and our caravan began Traveled to a forest, nestled in the sky. He ran beside the buffalo-wrestled with the lions Every day a saturday, a
be HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE Pop pop niggas ain't even they spinnin I made a make dollars So it have to make sense I'm born out liquor I'm a dead president
a pack on his back Or work up and down the streets of a town with a whip and a horse and a hack He can haul a scow along a canal, run a cow around a
with my blues on Mad as hell But i'm out and getting more pussy than dykes in the dark I smoke with DMX And I crank with Linkin Park I drive a stock Chevy
said, "It's all the same." I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land left one set of footprints on the summerday sands. I once met a girl with
: I can feel a difference Today, a difference All of us, in our tents Fearing god like a mistress We lay on the rocks, in the sun Watching you and your
got a part Now she's a teenage mess With a burned out Gucci heart She cracked one day at Cartier When things came to a head They put her trinkets away
from a family of middle class Where everything he did he always had to ask She came from a place that was so alone You know the same old tail of a broken
: I was born in a beauty salon My father was a dresser of hair My mother was a girl you could call on When you called she was always there When you
skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend and all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man. I met a lady, she was playing with
