Lyrics that make you go

Lyrics that make you go

>And the water through my life is because I care who dies. Although death is true for me there is nothing after the ending

Or pretty much anything on this album, not my favorite in his discography, but the lyric writing is fucking amazing.

>AND WE WILL PRAISE HIM
>WE WILL PRAAIISE HIIMM
>OFF HIS PINS
>CLEAR HIM OF ALL SINS
>OHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY

>It's a long life, only one last chance
>Couldn't get much better, do you wanna dance?
>It's a long life, better pinch yourself
>Get your face together, better stand up straight

>Boy, we can do much more together

>You fell and now you should get up
>No one cares that your knees got cut up
>After all it's just a little blood

lyrics that make me go where?

>what does it mean to be happy and am I getting better?
>i used to make excuses for myself but it's not the weather
>I've tried to rid myself of my anxious tendencies
>but I have to accept my head for what it is to me
>I'm not superhuman, well I'm barely alive
>but I would kill to leave my house and not be afraid of the outside
>so I started thinking it'd be so nice to not have trouble sleeping
>I haven't slept in nights

>Living off borrowed time, the clock tick faster
>That'd be the hour they knock the slick blaster
>Dick Dastardly and Muttley with sick laughter
>A gun fight and they come to cut the mixmaster

>Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
>You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
>And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
>No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

>And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
>Racing around to come up behind you again
>The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
>Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

>Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
>AH put the pussy in a sarcophagus
>Now she claiming I bruised her esophagus

cause when I see your blood // and the bits of your broken tooth // it gives me the proof that I need // it's the proof that you bleed // and it's a revelation // it's a revelation

what

>Every big shot is a hunter
>Every hunters got his prey
>You can tell me I'm a good sport
>But that doesn't make me game

the delivery on A Sweater Poorly Knit...

>You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
>You made a holy fool of me and I've thanked you ever since.
>If she comes circling back we'll end where we'd begun
>Like two pennies on the train track the train crushed into one
>Or if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken open seed
>If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need
>No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head,
>The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

>See it depends on your definition of winning
>I ain't start it from the bottom, I started from the beginning

damn

>she's inanimate
>bloodless elegance
>fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery
>helpless hiding tongues
>bathed in revulsion
>her lies unfinished, beauty wilting premature
>but we can't be too sure no we can't be too sure

Top lyrics about a murdered prostitute mother

>Chicago, the New Age
>But what would Frank Lloyd Wright say?
>Oh, Columbia
>Amusement or treasure
>These optimistic pleasures
>Like the Ferris wheel

Don't know why

RUNNING ALL THE WAY FROM THE AMAZON
YOU THROW YOUR MOTORCYCLE IN THE OCEAN

Literally all of Kaleidoscopic Lovers

>clear as glass, friends making love like there's no tomorrow
>what a wonderful end to a night's worth of sorrow

>A daughter grows into a mother
>And softly turns into the other

GONNA HANG MYSELF
FROM MY FAMILY TREE

>And then.... And then she brought Peter out to me... Standing in the rain... With tears running down my cheeks.
>*hits*

>you ain't gon let me fuck and I fel you

>but you gon suck my dick or i'll kill you

10 to 2 am, X, yogi DMT, and a box of krispy kreme's in my "need to know" pose just outside of area 51, contemplating the whole chosen people thingy when just then a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my birkinstocks, and me yelping "holy fuckin' shit!"

>shiny shiny, shiny boots of leather

this

HOPE RIDES
AALLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE

>Here come those Santa Ana Winds again

>Our days were long, our nights no longer
>Count the seconds, watching hours
>Though we live on the US dollar
>You and me, we got our own sense of time

The entire song is memorable

Today is the greatest day I've ever known.

Can't live for tomorrow,
Tomorrow's much too long