Case Of The Kingsmills
You aint gonna get no play.
Donít waste your money.
Sit back and watch now.
Iíll burn this town to the ground and I wonít look back
Funny? Watch me open fire.
No edit undo now.
Iím over listening to your voice.
Under the hammer.
Might as well just sit and sink
Down into the drink with you.
First Prize - Death
Show your guns and Iíll show mine.
I donít care Iíll burn you house to the ground.
Take it easy, Your skin-tight jeans will have you restricted
Iíll tear you down.
Grab a light and start a fire in your Mummaís panties
You best believe
That when I got a zippo lighter Iíll do some damage.
Failure for me, failure for you.
Youíve got the steel with nothing to prove.
No, not gonna pay for you to fly
Cross country so you can spread a lie.
I think you might as well deny
The sad fact that you canít make them buy.
You're a thief.
Making a buck from the high hope of others.
Donít come cheap.
I should have never tried to get on your Motherís
Keeping Up With The Kardashians
She got a birdsí nest upstairs
More heightíll get you nothing
Nothin but a captain douche bag.
She got the hips of a hipster
Sheís nothin but a high class bus station skank
With a weapon.
When she say she want money
Sheíll take you to the cleaners
She got nothing but the weapon you want
She got the heart of a swamp rat
No Turning Back
Armed with a black cape, plastic shield
And with a cocaine addiction
That could bury Bakersfield.
Whatís that youíve got in that rucksack?
A lifetime of regret
And no chance of ever turning back.
You used to be about the music.
A washed up junkie with no chance of turning tricks.
Staring at pleasure and death in the face.
A bill up your nostril
Profits & Poison
So what you gonna do now?
Yeah, you thought you had it all
But then came the beat down
You copped a serve on the chin, a frown
Now itís time to celebrate
The fact that we didnít drown
I think you should take the bait
And move on, you should lose the crown
But whatís the point?
Youíll wind up in the deep end
Shut The Front Door
Sold down the river
Left to be raised by Wolves
Black Market liver
Give up your horns and hooves
Left lying naked
Without a clue
Come like a hurricane
Strapped with a plastic gun
Iím on the front line, canít feel no pain
Where am I supposed to run
Where Have You Been?
Taken by surprise
Those deceitful eyes
Itís no wonder why
You promise everything.
Whatís behind the lies
Are the severed ties
With no compromise
You promise everything.
Read between the lines
These are desperate times