| Dance Gavin Dance – Burning Down the Nicotine Armoire Pt. 2 Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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Somebody did try to follow you home That's not the way, just let it flow Right across the street, in the parking lot, The tree is dead, the front door is locked. There are moments I pray, that fence would crumble. Grabbed us by the throat, did I choke and stumble? This will never work, this will never work. Check my pulse as I swallow dirt. |
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| Dance Gavin Dance – Hot Water On Wool Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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| Dance Gavin Dance – People You Know Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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here's what I got: Someone please! Let's write a script that's made for me That makes you people undertake me I've got a wish, I've got a wish That all of this was something special I need a drink, I need a pill No way I'll stop until you're sober She's already said that I was on drugs, Let's give somebody to the bitch. Or I could just get a real fucking job! I am a prick look at me go, I could get lucky finding success, Im a bitch! Imma go get some new expensive shit! All that I hurt, emotions they suck, I'll just tell people I don't give a fuck bout that shit! Ain't nobody fucking with me, man! Ain't nobody fucking with me. Listen as the sound of my voice, cloaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces singing along their dying concern, to my whole shame. Where did our money go? I think I know, We're always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties, Where did my money go, I spent it on blow You know that I, fucked all my homies ho's Where did our morals go? I looked at the cover My parents can pay for the abortion, you know? Who has a plan? we hold out our hands And hope for a free ride to successful endeavors Bring out the pliers something to bite i am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck I need money. I need clothes. I need women. I need blow. Something is very fucking wrong! Resting your head on your best friends sisters shoulder Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors Bodies thrusting to the beat of my shame (background screaming) Where did our money go? I think I know, We're always fucking each other in bathrooms at parties, Where did my money go, I spent it on blow You know that I, fucked all my homies ho's where did our morals go? I looked at the cover My parents can pay for the abortion, you know? who has a plan? we hold out our hands I hope for a free ride to successful endeavors Give my regards to all you shitting fucks that weren't on my fucking side! Loyalty! Honesty! Trust! Respect! Humility! Sincerity! We are all so full of fucking Shit!! |
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