a house nobody lives in And I'm sitting in a car across the way (Let's just say) It's an early model Chevrolet (Let's just say) It's a warm and windy
INTRO This is not your ordinary ballad with a perfect little bow around the middle and a black knight on a white horse or a white knight on a black horse
quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying with cheap
remember when your mouth was always open, like a stairway leading down to hell. Now your perfect body's shining, and the camera's always circling, and the boys and girls are
and slirpin' A lot like my Daddy for certain, a kid conversion She may not want the log inserted, my pick is workin' Ain't the longest dome, but it's perfect
What makes a man, Hate another man, Help me understand, [x2] People are people, So why should it be?, You and I shouldn't get along, People are people
you burns like a fire In my deepest self Your love is the absolute perfection on earth People would kill for these feelings and emotions My thoughts circle
a nigga like me, things collide inside Open your eyes wide and see Don't want none of G A D E and Conflict Load 'em up and bust a (unverified) Vietnam
Or what you're talking about I see you sitting Perfect circles With disciples of Satan I got my shotgun cocked Newspapers and revelations Every bullet is a
even when I?m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle Oh, I try but I just can?t wait To break out of this perfect circle ?Cause giving
the speed of light Albert says I can't -- but I can Circle of stone, circle of steel I want to ride in an iron wheel I am a child of atomic war You are
once more CAIN Stones the size of giants In a perfect circle EVE What could be their purpose What could be their meaning? CAIN In a perfect circle
grave If you had a tattoo, that wouldn't matter If you had a shaved head, that would be cool If you came from Spain or Japan Or the back of a van Just
give a spot on our album to a group of young people who'e also involved in the fight, and they're called weatoc from boston, massachusetts. they're just young people
slink by - I wish we'd see eye to eye. It's a distant life - a place where we both should be. There we find a "perfect society" where people look past
damn good Running in circles all through my veins I just cant figure it out With all these wishes for perfect people with perfect dreams I want to make you happy but you are
to the window Of a bus heading out of town In his breath on the glass He draws with his finger A map of the roads they go down Circles of street lights Are