Тексты песен «Dangers»

In warm-hearted houses the fireplace is always bright and it’s always Christmas Eve, dreaming of white Christmas nights. Candles twinkle love like stars stolen from the sky, making houses happy, who cares about the...

Eat shit. Well. None of you have to live with me twenty-four hours a Day. But if you did you'd understand why I am not okay. I can't stand ten of ten people that I see. It's like this world took a shit for a billion...

It’s raining, it’s pouring This story’s getting oh so boring And what else did you expect? When it rains, someone always gets wet So it’s searchlights Or the shadows With a newscast like that, Dan, I’d rather the gallow...

But enough about me already Who needs one more love song to get them through the night? Who needs a sucker A rich motherfucker to croon into the mic About a redhead girl with a conman's charm? Who needs a broken heart?...

"You clean up nice," She says to me with this Smug ass grin that means She knows just how much Porn that it takes to get me off nowadays. As the chance of a kiss disappears from her brain, We bite and chew this night...

You are going to die Your parents, your children They're all going to die Slow, painful With a methadone drip Ain't no Trojan I know Don't change nothing at all Not some latex Not some cocktail of pills No T-cells No...

It's all downhill From here, old man Auf wiedersehen Two steps forward Six feet underground Standing O Take a bow Lab coats Machines And all the chemotherapy Don't seem To me An answer to these tears you long to see...

We're full of shit. Anger ain't a mood, it's a goddamn way of life. It's why we drive twenty straight hours up the five. To play for twenty kids in the basement of a house. Kids that are angry and alive. That threaten...

Rock and roll nigga Half-breed mulatto faux pas Bleach out my darkness Blend me into the bourgeoisie The darkest arts, the blackest magic A sleight of hands to blot-out all of my savage I’m not the skin that I’m stuck...

Clits and dicks. Clits and dicks ruin every night. Hudson Jeans and birth control. Perfume and the alcohol. Versus. Marshall stacks and sing-along's. Myspace, Dunks, male chauvinists. Estrogen Testosterone. My hormones...

And if I raise my hand It’s cause I don’t understand Why all the grown-ups that I know Believe in boy kings and this giant man I’d gladly bow my head Just show me the bones I’m sorry Mrs. Steves I just can’t stand it...

Ten-four, over and out Eat shit Here's my shadow of a doubt Got a "fuck you" brewing for a man that's half of me We used to be half-brothers but now all he is, is LAPD Went from bullying me - to bullying the...

’Cause I’m still the kid who’s got his head stuck in the clouds ’Cause I’m the one who always feels much more alone in the crowd So that sometimes it seems like maybe I might be the only one who even sees what’s going...

Turn your tassels baby and spread your tan-lined legs. Pinning paper hearts on designer clothes is just so fucking teenage. Love me do, he loves me not. Deep in love with love, oh sweet romantic thoughts. Laugh and...

Turn your tassels baby, and spread your tan-lined legs. Pinning paper hearts on designer clothes is just so fucking teenage. Love me do, he loves me not. Deep in love with love. Oh, sweet romantic thoughts. Laugh and...

If it ain’t broke, then break it Destroy it Smash a hammer through your stucco Dismantle Sledgehammer it A la Sacco A la Vanzetti A la me gone berserk With my head in the clouds Nursing acid rain bowels Me stuck in...

It’s in the bloom of a bruise It’s in the way she wears cold steak on an eye that’s swollen shut In that hairline split between love and ache Kiss with spit It’s in a fist full of hair It’s in a gasping for air It’s in...

I can recall with perfect clarity the swim of youthful guts as I sat watching that TV. The filthy smile he offered to the lens. That grainy footage of the freezer where he stuffed them. The nausea when you realize...

Black lung Black life The black hole stuck inside my half-black, heavy heart As if these stupid words might play some part in status quos, in sleeper holds, in middle passage or tobacco roads Just like four-hundred...

"It's so nice To wake up in the morning All alone And not have to tell somebody You love them When you don't love them Any more" (original poem by Richard...