Sage Francis Lyrics
Sage Francis Lyrics
"Black Sweatshirt Lyrics"
Grown & Sexy Lyrics
GROWN AND SEXY He be playing you like you was a drive-thru (Looking for that quick love to go) I wonder when was the last time he held you (I bet you don't even know) He barely talks to you Bet he don't even know your
GROWN AND SEXY He be playing you like you was a drive-thru (Looking for that quick love to go) I wonder when was the last time he held you (I bet you don't even know) He barely talks to you Bet he don't even know your
Tonight I'm in the mood for some unscheduled affection
Spontaneous combustion...I'm playing with my fire inside
Burning my inner child blackened his skin to the tint of his sweatshirt
"Hey...when you play with the big boys, you get hurt!"
I used to suck my thumb while rubbing silk blankets across my cheek
Until my mom denied me access. I bawled for weeks
We don't speak to this day. I came to terms with my fear and loathing
Now I wear this clothing...like
Gammadion Seed Lyrics
The devil's circus came to town - we watched the freaks arrive en masse When they paraded through our streets, we turned a blind eye as they passed Safe in the comfort of our homes we all forget the need to fear This is the new "
it's an extra layer of old skinThe devil's circus came to town - we watched the freaks arrive en masse When they paraded through our streets, we turned a blind eye as they passed Safe in the comfort of our homes we all forget the need to fear This is the new "
Afraid to shed...tears...in the fabric...from years that I've had it
Found abandoned on the stairs to the attic
Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing memories
It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th century
Making that distinction is for future reference...In case y'all remember me
And my genesis. What's most important is to remember this
Women and men are pissed.
Dear Aunt Arctica Lyrics
Little baby trying to sleep, one hundred secrets I couldn't keep, the whole world's waitin' for their dance with satan, the KKK is in town. The Ku Klux Klan is in town. Our village is kinda numb, we're so glad you cou
When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomousLittle baby trying to sleep, one hundred secrets I couldn't keep, the whole world's waitin' for their dance with satan, the KKK is in town. The Ku Klux Klan is in town. Our village is kinda numb, we're so glad you cou
Most of it is affection-less and the affects of this has us quick to clench a fist
Don't get fancy with your paintbrush when you reminisce
I'm sentimental and I miss what used to be close to me
or maybe I've just got OCD and I can't break my old routines
Hopefully I reconcile with my inseparable...what lies inside from head to toes
Instead of symbolizing clothes...identifying with outside symbols...
Cut out th
I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now Lyrics
I wonder who's kissing her now I wonder who's teaching her now I wonder who's looking right smack in the eyes Oh breathing sighs and telling lies Well I wonder who's buying the wine For the lips that I used to call minee middle man...
But my woobie is in demand...
I'm feeling like a kid again.
"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand
Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks
And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've come to understand...
The monsters are under my bed again...
The monsters are under my bed again."
Dedicated to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt
I wonder who's kissing her now I wonder who's teaching her now I wonder who's looking right smack in the eyes Oh breathing sighs and telling lies Well I wonder who's buying the wine For the lips that I used to call mine
But my woobie is in demand...
I'm feeling like a kid again.
"It protected me from the wind, sea and sand
Sanity was saved from the crazy cemetery walks
And every awkward moment spent talking with the Boogie Man
Man...managed unconditional comfort. As I've come to understand...
The monsters are under my bed again...
The monsters are under my bed again."
Dedicated to the memory of my Black Sweatshirt