Слова:
All My Friends Are Going Death

All my friends are going death And breathing' s just a waste of breath And hearing just makes me deaf And coming down leaves nothing left The street is

I am not too proud to confess that you have got me on scraped knees Kick the crutches from broken legs the nurses just keep me in bed Oh, sometimes i

Our lipstick' s lined some luscious lips Up and down the vegas strip I walked solo, so slow, alone We all want something to call our own There' s a bible

My biblebelt is breaking From taking and taking And I keep on fainting From waiting and waiting Hey, you and me were once lovers Take a walk Down Heaven

[originally by the stooges]

So we are on a poor, but potentially lovely ship And i want to cannonball the railing, live-vest and all Hey ho let's go Ok it's colder than i thought

Bring on the slut factor Reflecting all thats wrong You call me tear catcher It's just a fucking song You aint got nobody And i aint got nobody too Give

You and me Fall asleep At the wheel Where are we going anyway We may as well stop here Cause I'm barely breathing anyway Hey, we won't be coming home

, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my