the the fourth, fifth store I've been Today they all sold out We're all sold out bro Come on man you got got to help a brother out Man, I'm in a desperate
you break down (break down) Hate me all you want, I'll be okay I'm half the world away I'm letting you go now (go now) Go now (go now) Desperation kills
other week i need a new address Landlord landlord landlord cleaning up the mess Our whole fucking life is a wreck We're desperate get used to it Its kiss or kill
There are desperate times upon us There are codes of white and black Political resentment and people start to crack There's hate and opposition There'
, crazy flowing man tide migrations Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken America So many heaven hoping, hopeful groping breathers All tap together quietly and desperately
Desperate and empty and full of the low High on the meaning of what Style and song is killing for life And nothing is all you can cut A man made machine
it out Roll up there now, huh She's headed for a festival of heartache Miss executive desperation You only suck the blood that's spilled Your macho imitation femininity is killed
my schemes, mya?¦ Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame. 'could be right. I've sunk pretty low this time. Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame. These are truly desperate
's alcoholic fits. This is it, last straw, thats all, thats it. I ain't dealing with another fucking politic. I'm like a skillet, bubblin' until it filters up I'm about to kill
fascination And some time to kill We can blow up the minds Of the old congregation for a Cheap little thrill I know you've got A strange desperation
light And sometimes, the light's no consolation Blinded by a memory Afraid of what it might do to me And the tears and the sweat only mock my desperation
Too much jealousy will make you crazy I've been walking the street in shoes that kill my feet Too much make-up, oh, dream like a lady Now you're a prisoner
filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark On the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers
her killer graces And her secret places That no boy can fill With her hands on her hips Oh and that smile on her lips Because she knows that it kills
And people shout out in the darkest hour Of sights unseen and voices unheard And finally the bomb gets the last word Christians killed Muslims, and Germans killed
I get up just to ill TD Bank is what I do with the mills Bracelets, Cuban neck is on chill Polar bear ice, I stay dressed to kill I found my thrill
all over her arms, she never felt the pain The monkey on her back is now a gorilla Fiending for a hit knowing one day it's gon' kill her The clinic
blood, my ambition is driven by thugs Got two glock nines and I fill them with slugs Call me Saint Valentine, 'cause when I kill 'em, it's love Say my