A.F.I. (AFI) Lyrics
A.F.I. (AFI) Lyrics
"Fishbowl Lyrics"
New Delhi Freight Train Lyrics
Some people think that I must be crazy But my real name is just Jesse James An I left them half-crocked, h
Some people think that I must be crazy But my real name is just Jesse James An I left them half-crocked, h
I'm here today,
just like every yesterday.
Heavy heat,
and sheets stick to my skin.
Can't get away from nothingness.
I try to get up,
but I have to give in to the force that is keeping me down.
I ove
Now We Lay 'Em Down Lyrics
[Snoop Dogg] It's like this and like that and like this and uh Eastside, Long Beach drop the hits and uhrcome gravity,
I look outside.
A cat cries out,
trapped upon a window sill,
but is crying's drowned out by my screaming inside.
What will it take?
I wonder what it's like exposed outside,
would I be safe?
When will it break.
Try to look out,
I see reflection I just want to break.
Sirens moan.
They're forever crying...someone's probably dying.
The sound sticks inside my head.
Talk to myself,
I'm compan
but who is to say if nothing if said?
Two windows stare back at me.
Three stories high nothing is new.
I may sit,
but someday I'll stand.
I'll muster up the will and fire myself through.
[Snoop Dogg] It's like this and like that and like this and uh Eastside, Long Beach drop the hits and uh
I look outside.
A cat cries out,
trapped upon a window sill,
but is crying's drowned out by my screaming inside.
What will it take?
I wonder what it's like exposed outside,
would I be safe?
Waiting For A Train Lyrics
All around the water tank waiting for a train A thousand miles away from home standing in the rain I walke
All around the water tank waiting for a train A thousand miles away from home standing in the rain I walke
When will it break.
Try to look out,
I see reflection I just want to break.
Sirens moan.
They're forever crying...someone's probably dying.
The sound sticks inside my head.
Talk to myself,
I'm compan
A Step To Go Lyrics
the place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whisky and bar stools still standing concussion heads ache
y, the place is empty except for the stationary bottles of whisky and bar stools still standing concussion heads ache
but who is to say if nothing if said?
Two windows stare back at me.
Three stories high nothing is new.
I may sit,
but someday I'll stand.
I'll muster up the will and fire myself through.