OZΞИOZ:OИΞ
𒅒Ṫℌℨ ᗛĹᗷỰṀ𒅒
▶︎ร๏๏ภ♯♬
1. ONE
Life is not risk free, either you take it, or it takes you. Life begins at the ends, and ends your means. But in our ends, there is always a beginning. Life is one big beginning to an ends that will never justify your means. That is the means to war, and in the end there is always a beginning, and a mean risk. The gross value of this cannot be found in...
(RUN PINK FLOYD "US AND THEM" )
Us... Us... Us... Us... Us... Us... Us...
and Them... Them... Them... Them... Them... Them... And after all we're only ordinary men...
(DROP BEAT)
LOVE WHAT YOU HAVE LOVE WHAT YOU DON'T LOVE WHO'S BEEN HAD
LOVE WHAT YOU WROTE LOVE DAD LOVE TO CHOKE LOVE ISN'T BAD LOVE
AIN'T NO JOKE LOVE YOUR LINES LOVE IT DEFINES LOVE WHAT YOU SAY
LOVE HOW YOU PLAY LOVE THE TEARS LOVE YOUR ARREARS JUST LOVE
JUST LOVE LOVE THE HEART BROKE LOVE TO SPELL IT OUT LOVE TO WRITE
THEM IN LOVE WITHOUT A DOUBT LOVE CAN SAVE YOU LOVE ALWAYS WINS
LOVE AND LAUGH AND LIVE AND LEARN BUT MOST OF ALL MAKE LOVE IN
TURN ONE LOVE FOR TWO LOVES TO END UP IN THREE ONE LOVE IS YOUR TRUE LOVE ONE LOVE FOR ME
One love
I know I love you because you're the first thing I think of when I wake up
One night
The last thing I think of when I go to sleep is you
One struggle
You dominate my waking thoughts in the between
One fight
I know I love you because the mere thought of you makes my heart light and my smile bright
One loss
I know I love you because I can tell you anything, you're my best friend
One win
I know I love you because your hugs make me complete and I wish your kisses would never end.
One is not a sin
I know I love you because you are the missing peace to make my soul complete.
One is me
The other you
That's how I know I love you
We are ONE
And that too
(RUN PINK FLOYD FROM "US AND THEM")
Us... Us... Us... Us... Us... Us... Us...
and Them... Them... Them... Them... Them... Them... And after all we're only ordinary men..
What is left? You whom I left. Only the right. That would be you. What is right? You that are left. Only the left. That's what's left to do. Left is what? What's left for me. Right the only. The only I'll see. Right is what? The only I'll see. Left the only. What's left for me?
What is right? I hope I find it. Only the left. The left behind it. What is left? Nothing I hope. Only the right. The right is n scope. Right is what? What's left after wrong. Left the only. Left out your song. Left is what? What right is not. Rights can't be bought.
Nor can January Babies
February Maybes
March ON
April showers
Bring Mayflowers
And June Bugs
July
August Septembers Glow Octobers No.
Decembers Real Ember is the ONE within your heart
Now do IT again from the start
(RUN PINK FLOYD FROM "US AND THEM")
Us... Us... Us... Us... Us... Us... Us...
and Them... Them... Them... Them... Them... Them... And after all we're only ordinary men..
(lose music and fade in heartbeat)
GOD HELP ME TO OPEN THESE STAGES OF LIFE WITH THE KEYS OF KNOWLEDGE, THE ENTRANCE OF WISDOM AND BE ONE
2.)Hood Rat
Two to the head.
You do it to yourself, you do.
And that’s why it really hurts.
Light them up, put them out.
Down in front.
Not and down and out.
Just get them off the stage, fright, slow.
I haven’t got the chemicals to do their show.
Romance is no dance, and slow, pants I’m off.
Like a prom dress, like a Tom’s stress when he turns his and head and coughs.
Nervous and throaty like a long winded bitch.
I might end up face down somewhere in a ditch.
I’ve been awake for 67 hours with nothing in you, that I didn’t do wrong for a few more than I cue up on the table, with my stick and I’m able.
Drop the kids off at the pool under the table, and hope for the best that their young and stable.
Unlike me and both of them are all too free.
Do you really?
I hope so Lee leave.
Because I don’t have a G.
I bailed them all out.
Rats.
Me.
Paid for, not free.
I didn’t know that I was that far gone.
That my dear cop, was not a John.
Flush, royal, automatic, up the ass.
The End is near.
OZENOZ: KNOW.
If you have to blow, don’t it all you.
Just blow and go.
And hope the snow isn’t snotty and flow
Jo El it’s a real tissue hell in that
Brain, rearrange, disembody, taste pain, same fame for tame lame distrust
Bust thrust just crust the must dust for a gust of husk on corn frost dew
Here’s to me fucking you
What I wouldn’t do
I will sue for the blue
Balls at the pool, balls fucking rule, balls they can tool If you have balls, game the fool Play the lick, the dick the stick picked for the tricky , fidgety, Fridgedaire bitch in me who isn’t she who is picking he for tricks for free Silly faggot, dicks are for chicks I got wood and several other tricks.
Rabbit you running
Cause I am a coming
Got the long ball down
And the clean balls wound On his middle wood found
Golfing isn’t what it sounds
Wit you bit you, can I babysit you, this shit few can get dew for do too and zoo poop
He’s an animal you
Just keep me in check
I’ll kill him with flow And two the head.
What’s coming instead?
American pie and bread apple pie for Ted Kennedy’s sly sloe gin and head In the back, in the front, in the car, on the punt, in the snow, in the plane, his family’s insane Just kill them all not.
They’ll do it all as taught.
ASKING FOR IT?
Am I?
Are you?
Is he?
Can we?
Get free?
For wee?
Have tea?
And see?
Its mushrooming politics, turning it black, it’s black and white all over, and cruisers you can whack
Kill a cop, make a plea, down a shot, didn’t he?
Was a kid, all for free… had it all… thought it key.
Trey’s from where you are dead.
Was it one, two, or three?
Name them all, and win a trip to the Keys.
I’m in, on, and all about, my jeopardy money, give the kid some fucking clout.
Too many go dead.
Jerry rolls on Dead over underground it’s rude, and Dream’s mushrooming for too.
Black and white and red all over, it bloody homicide.
It’s a Democrat’s war, but take’s it all in time.
It’s not there, you can’t see it, didn’t do I did.
I didn’t whack it, or sack him, like he did, that kid.
No, not kidding they're all there… two timing genocide.
But fuck her over and lose her, and what’s left of your pride.
That’s what killed them
They don’t eat
Don’t sleep
Wipe the dirt off another one’s feet
Starve their brother to be well fed
Wipe the dirt off another one’s bread
They don’t scurry
Two to the head
When something bigger comes their way
And one to the brain
Don’t pack themselves together and run as one
You my friend, have to work on your aim
Don’t shit where there not supposed to
Rats… rats… rats… rats… rats…rats…rats….rats…rats…rats….rats…rats
They're the rats
Seasoned fat cats
See the piggy go down in a row
White collared snitches with bitches in tow
Rats their the rats
Fat cats all to go
Revolution isn’t the plague
But their carry it you
They don’t scurry
Two to the head
When something bigger comes their way
And one to the brain
Don’t pack themselves together and run as one
You my friend, have got to work on your aim
Don’t shit where there not supposed to
Rats… rats… rats… rats… rats…rats…rats….rats…rats…rats….rats… That’s why there all dead. Two to the head!
3.) Skills
I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the doctor
Who did I see
The man in the yellow turban
The monkey in the wrench
The boy in his stockings
The right away bench
The string on the play
The pass gone away
The right passed in fright
The night passed away
I got skills
Skills got me
Went back home
Who did I see
The man in the hat
Taking a cat time nap
Drinking on cat nip
Smoking on that tip
Plans just came awry
But still I fly
I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the dealer
He fronted me
A very little card
With a name on the top
It said you got had
Now tell your sob
I got skills
Skills got me
What's in my way?
Why don't we see?
This shit, that shit, this is the real deal, driving down Old Nashville, hoping I get to sound off at my wheel.
I've got one coming in sideways, two at the back door, more twisters than sisters could talk back to at the front store...
What's the front store?
It's the place you go when you don't know if you can pay for what's happening.
What's going down?
It's a tornado alley hound, that’s me and I'm straight at one on which two keeps me in the lane by wind that blew across the front of my hatchback civic spitting fumes at me thinking, we may not see the exit I intended.
Sweet Little Ha, don’t worry, we get mended.
Just drive you little bitch let me drive you to the edge and then back down and we going to catch the wedge, a bite of death pie served up as a nice bowed ass tie on which to munch.
Sticks going through fence posts, hail dropping like softballs, two in uniform, standing tall waiting for mothballs by the roadside scared out of our whit, hungry for speed I just can’t get!
I crank my head to the left and see as fingers come twisting down in a stair like sea of blackness swirling from up above, they dance with each other and a fifth comes to shove.
Four merge as one and the fifth goes south on the run, and suddenly its everywhere!
I can’t tell what it is anymore.
It’s fence and trees and bushes and seized up autos by the side of the road sliding further off and hail that the gods come to goad my storm chasing fit with some tale- making whit come my way, now you say?
What to do?
Do I stay and play?
Is it pin the Sweet Little Ha to one sixty or so which she can do when we really let go or sit tight and wait what I can’t outrun, God I’m going to die now, and nobody is going to know just how much fun this shit is fucking beautiful it’s just a big black wall of fury and rain and frozen balls and wind, and, it’s a sin...
speaking of frozen balls, I stick the car in neutral and let her drift down, I don’t think I can outrun her, I’m not that much of a clown.
The speedometer is running down to somewhere around five, then we get a gentle push from our friendly windy side back up to fifty five she went with nothing on the gas, thats an in neutral, oh my ass!
Staring in wonder if this thing has got my ass, then a bump like airplane turbulence and I look up ahead, it’s clear in front of me, save the Grand Old Op… exploding in air.
I think I am through the worst I will find round these parts!
That twister said “mister, you don’t play. You live to say you got in my way, now go on your way and don’t be L-A-T-E!! I might change my mind…”
How many died?
Oh.
In the mornings news I find many before that very same tunnel had an expiration date that was for some not all within minutes of me getting pushed for free from five to fifty five in the twister – G- was that a four?
Because it shot straight up like a five if it returned that far down the tree line, that’s why I’m still alive.
But what’s in my way skills?
Skills got me?
JAM
First I’m out, then I’m in It’s a JAM
How much rap could a jam rapper rap if a jam rapper could jam rap?
I got skills
Skill got kill
Kills gets me
Skills fret free
I was fifty feet in before I knew what was happening.
Seeing triple double from a prank out acid dose, I rode in.
I was in The Lincoln Tunnel.
A stolen bike my ride stolen with pride wiped free of serial numbers and repainted sky blue oh.
Five.
Oh.
Not by my hand she rode true.
With five points in oh swivel sweet sight sore and tight oh a seat from some low riding thug, an awkward beach cruiser bars muck on a high frame that moved her smooth.
No turning back now, just fucking MOVE!
Cars come at me with a twelve inch walk that barely holds my turns if I want to adjust.
There's no turning back, I'm in it straight through.
Half blind and scared whit less let's just get fucking through!
He's doing 80, another 85, OH.
That limo coming up at me had better not take a dive.
I swerved in a panic, head against the wall, soot gathering thick, not standing tall.
This is fucked!
I say to the cop just passing uselessly by.
5-0 Just ride on motherfucker, you aren’t going to die!
Three town cars later, one caught my coattails, hits my jacket up tight to my hip, and thankfully on the accelerator before I lost my grip.
This shit is tighter than Mother Mary's pussy on the day the man died.
That's tight if you know, I don't know.
Ride!
I got a five point oh in grade school.
Make it a good one.
Nowhere to hide!
That car changes lanes and pushes the wind from whom he moved out and I'm pinned.
Can't see the end, don't want to look back, dirty filthy hands and my face is turning black!
Then I go around and it’s time for a break, a curve, a halfway point.
Round a funny sidewalk which oddly enough was camp for some schmuck.
I’m not running that hard, it's only a buck!
Zip.
Trip.
Slip.
Dip.
Flip.
Nip.
Tuck and run.
Wandering and wondering in a wonderful cry , clueless as to if patrol's “jelly jelly!”s’going to send one more by.
Nothing they can do until it's over, as I fry.
A very careful thrill but I can't live here, move on.
I picture my fall and wonder how fast that Mercedes will kill me as he moves through my ass.
You don't fucking move, you going to freeze up.
Create a closed off scene like a sick little pup.
I don't care, I just ride, I'm tripping and spinning and fucked up beyond belief
Yeah I be frying so hard.
I'm seeing trailers in the headlights afar, the dust cloud is choking me free from the walls with God knows what inside of their jaws.
Some fucking closed gateway like all of them in my past, probably dead end.
Camera's galore, It's visible they'll send.
Now I'm nervous.
How hard is THAT going be?!
"How the fuck do I know?! Let me go free!"
Stop looking for the end and hug the motherfucking brick, it makes them feel safe and not stopping to stick and stall, If some fucking blind grandmother who shouldn't at all not be driving, not prudent, causes a ten car pileup it's not going to matter if I'm fucking still alive!
It's sick fucking fun at this motherfucking point, I made it this far, I need a victory joint.
There's a light, it's ahead, its’ definitely far.
I'm pissed off and tired and hoping this tar that’s coating my body causes some toxic haze.
I hope I never get to do this again, one of these days!
It isn’t hard like their passing in victory laps saying Holy SHIT!
That's a rider, and he's almost passed!
I'm black as death and covered in soot, afraid my breath will cause my foot to stutter and stagger and swerve at the end.
Zip, dip, flip, trip, slip, grip, rip, and fuck, stick it in the air.
At this point if they stop me, I have no way to send myself home, not that I have one son.
Unbelievable shit, please leave me alone.
How do I end up in this shit?
I'm not fully grown, UP yeah, or PEAKED yet that will be fun! Tell the 5-0 "I'm thrilled, nice to meet you and nice fucking gun."
But I'm tripped out and stupid and that might not be fun.
Ride on motherfucker, you don't look like a jerk.
How many can say on this very day that THEY took this ride, not many I PRAY!
Then it's over, a release, a wide swatch of grass.
Rolling like a dog to relieve my ass.
The grass is black, but I am intact.
Sweet Jesus, look where you're going you dumb fucking ass!
There is one way in.
There is one way out.
Do it again for fun?
I BET YOU, NOT!
I'm not that stupid.
But I just rode hot.
Through The Lincoln Tunnel baby, I made it, FREE AND ALIVE!
I don't know why, but they left me alone.
As naked and vulnerable as I was, there was no charge filed and no disturbance caused.
The things that passed, us and them, we all stayed alive, OZENOZ and Them and me and hey, trip on tripper!
Just know
It wasn't my time to go
In through the outdoor
Or out through the indoor
I got skills
skills got me
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
Make me dead and set me free
If curiosity will kill this cat nine times in a row, I am still dead, but yet I flow
I got skills
Skills got me
Went to the doctor
Who did I see
The man in the yellow cheese head brat’s that
The monkey in the wrench
The boy in his stockings
The right away bench The string on the play
The pass gone away
The right passed in fright
The night passed away
I got skills
Skills got me
Went back home
Who did I see
The man in the hat
Taking a cat time nap
Drinking on cat nip
Smoking on that tip
Plans just came awry
But still I fly
I got skills
Skill got me
Went to the dealer
He fronted me
A very little card
With a name on the top
It said you got had
Now tell your sob
I got skills
Skills got me
I got skills
Skills got me
Odds are from two to the head from chasing skills you wind up dead
Just No one
Just Know ONE
TWO TO THE HEAD!
One For two.
Two to the head!
4.) The Saint
Long blank spaces on the line
Just before she arrives in time
Photos taken
And memories breaking messages that just don’t seem to get through
And others in order out of the fold to cover the cold
The sold
The old fools gold
The saint
She be she was too true
Could be by that she admitted every time
And if I knew then what I know now
You I’d say buried both of them In a suicide tomb
Misdirected to say the least
Call waiting clicks on every beep
My EZ Tip calculator says your two cents
Give a rate
And come to your sense
EZ Tip two
Never call it a dub
Play it and own the guest with a shove
Hard drive erasure night after night
From a remote desktop gave me a fright
But not of my saint
She isn’t that quaint
How bout the phone gets wiped from pokes
In the chin to my news anchor daddy
And to give you a grin
Put Obama and your director up on her top
The desktop- was wiped the store front
A mop
Where is the love
Right here not for you
But thanks for the prep
For this little tune
My saint, she accepts it
But she’s just one coming from Us and us
No man on the run
You meddled and said old things unkind
To no worthy purpose except this
Rewind
KYW
News time
Won’t put me in truce
I know a dirty
I know a dirty agent
The saint could peruse
Does it burn you
Does that hurt
Does that pump action gauge shotgun get one on the tee
Or your sick threesome and a new
Backup assistance for me
Call your new numbers for me
Called Mom and Dad and told them The Departed just got their thrill
Rats I’m prepared
Not spent or ill
Aired.
Thanks to the saint who made it true.
Me.
And not you.
Maybe I got soft and you’re trying to make me hard
Maybe you think I’m gay and this faggit should spawn
Maybe you’re having too many periods all in a row
But your ellipsis eclipses my desolation row
At the moment I’m having fun
So let me see
Put it all down in time
With a twenty two seized
On gracias
Your out of line and I’m going to make sure they know it
Then I’ll party line and tell them to stow it
I’m a saint to you
You’re the saint turning blue
You need backup assistance with new numbers
You ask
I’m the saint
Don’t forget it or they forget you
Pleased to thank you
Unwarranted to testify
Killer thriller waiting in the woodlands to do more than bite my ear off
For a facial, a pedicure, a massage
Four scores and twelve years since IT made me go To Mentally Ill Anonymous dot A-I-M yo Til we see no more I have to go for whom
Your out of line and
I’m going to
Make sure they know it
Then I’ll party line and tell them to stow it
I’m a saint to you you’re the saint turning blue You need backup assistance with new numbers
You ask I’m the saint
Don’t forget it or they forget you
This is the end
My only friend
The end
Good for me and good for you
Good for us and them and you know who.
I HOPE.
5. CATCH 22
I may have claimed it to be shut open
For key and lock under lock and key
But it's always been open shut
ALL THE DOORS
ALL THE ROOMS
PRACTICALLY THE WHOLE HOUSE
IN RARE PERFUMES
If my lucky number seven matches lucky number eight
Then I may be traveling too far
Scar the car and it's far from smoking tar laying down the rubber as I am
Spin them fast spin them hard spin them long spin the short spin the song
It's not a spin
And I'm not spun
Accept for ONE
Muslims for Jews for Jesus for Satan! Call (555) 666-1-3-1-3! That's (555) 666-1-3-1-3! Muslims for Jews for Jesus for Satan! Boom...Ta!!! It's a sick lick event Are you cycling yet? Boom...Ta!!! It's a sick lick event Are you cycling yet? Boom...Ta!!! Peace, peace...Old traditions...New Revelations...and Fuck It's (Boom...Ta!!!) A sick lick event are you cycling yet? (Tin can microphone)
"You have told me What you are doing is a dead end And you're giving it your all..."
Boom Ta!!! Hum du Allah peanut butter sandwiches Pass the wine and wafers! Fuck IT!
Time on the run
And gigs in the sky
And pieces of the American Pie
I got kills
Before kills got me
Screaming kills me
Kills me Kills me
Kills me
Make me dead
Set my head
Above your lead
Graphite
Well of blackness
I will invite
Only for two - two
How much wood could a wood chuck suck if a wood chuck could suck wood?Poor little fella. Probably rests his head on some faggot at the end of the day and says I suck, but I still got mighty big teeth though
So two - two to the head
Take the faggot to bed, our woodchuck friend
How much chuck could an upchuck chuck if I really could upchuck I would
For pennies on the dollar
I almost ended up chewing on wood
Just to keep my choppers clean
Bought this fresh tasting faggot at the nearby Islamic Market
Got a mouth on me don't I?
I just sucked, and he said you can have it
That one's one on sale today, he said with a smile
Fucking rip tip dripping in tip and fresh beetle sipped touch of nit pick shit like I didn't want to throw a fit about cause I'm sucking on the faggot remember?It cleans my teeth out It's just wood people
You know what I mean
Like, got milk? Got cheese? Got bread? Got butter? Got these?Got wood?Muslims for Jews for Jesus for Satan! Call (555) 666-1-3-1-3! That's (555) 666-1-3-1-3! Muslims for Jews for Jesus for Satan! Boom...Ta!!! It's a sick lick event Are you cycling yet? Boom...Ta!!! It's a sick lick event Are you cycling yet? Boom...Ta!!! Peace, peace...Old traditions...New Revelations...and Fuck It's (Boom...Ta!!!) A sick lick event are you cycling yet? (Tin can microphone) "You have told me What you are doing is a dead end And you're giving it your all..." Boom Ta!!!
Hum du Allah peanut butter sandwiches Pass the wine and wafers! Fuck IT! What's up woodchuck, couldn't if I tried to Rob that nice Islamic man
Before he tells me who died
By sucking on his faggot
Before paying for it
But ONE - ONE shot, what I got in the rot fought full of hot muck and woe, it's good for my teeth KNOW?Lets cut to the point, know
Our woodchuck friend isn't doing anything wrong
He just runs around gnawing on faggots all day long
You keep gnawing on them faggots woodchuck
You just keep gnawing on them faggots
Hear your a mighty good tongue twister too
Till you get to head two from whom is hunting you
Not a trouble maker, just prey
Somebodies meal in less than a day
Yes, that is it is the wiz business fizz dis the risen jazz
Geezer the lumberjack and I'm a key you dumb fucking ass
So timber ho that timber
Who no, don't go you two - to owe, it's slow the flow with the blow of the cruise control and die in the passenger seat KNOW?
But not before our lumberjack friend turns up the heat
Muslims for Jews for Jesus for Satan! Call (555) 666-1-3-1-3! That's (555) 666-1-3-1-3! Muslims for Jews for Jesus for Satan! Boom...Ta!!! It's a sick lick event Are you cycling yet? Boom...Ta!!! It's a sick lick event Are you cycling yet? Boom...Ta!!! Peace, peace...Old traditions...New Revelations...and Fuck It's (Boom...Ta!!!) A sick lick event are you cycling yet?
(Tin can microphone) "You have told me What you are doing is a dead end And you're giving it your all..."
"Well, that's a horse of an entirely different color. Why didn't you say so? Come on in!"
6.) The Missing Peace
I’m in without one and on without in
So I’ll write a new one, for the album for fun, it’s time on the run and gigs in the sky And takes a bigger piece of the American pie I took just one under the sun but…It’s a sin, so listen up hon, I’m as and us as in as an is and is and was cause oz is isn’t an ass in ass as in he’s just your cuz cause he ain’t a was cause, because of the wonderful things he does it’s a wiz wiz zing wicked ticket dick it way way over the top to the land of us and us its not. Us and us and Eminem and after all, we’re only ordinary men. You only get one shot, he gets ten…billion.
The alcohol of shame finalizes my deal once again.
I’m sterilized, cauterized, no fucking prize, they all surmise so off to the funny farm to my surprise.R.N.’s in mini’s and coping with my own fuck dynasty, I mean fuck fantasies, I mean Duck Dynasty Final Fantasy Freedom for Fuck Faces against Faggots at the Fillmore East the following fucking Thursday didn’t free the forensic freeloaders faking orgasms with their produce and fingering four eyed floozies for the foraging of their foot odor before I got another food order.But, I lie to everyone, everywhere, every day, in every way, whatever the pay, because I can’t say that truth will get me play and stay to shave and by the bay gay radar good god I need to get better gay there not to mention a new car I have none so far flying under the limbo bar fly by night kind of lifestyle I live.My life is like a fifty/ fifty, fifty percent dog day dazed and confused, and fifty percent cats in the cradle with no silver spoon. But different strokes for different folks, I get no money when my Daddy croaks. Half the time I lie like a dog. I bury my bone wherever I roam and dig in more trash than I can hone.
We’ve got lubed, ribbed, one rib of Adam and two for the jib, coming about, your too twisted, take my seed and shove it, flavored, unflavored, savory wedding night tips, thrust alone from the hips, if you do that I’ll lose my shit, you have a nice ass and at least one tit, Hoover Dam Reservoir tipped, versions for the smaller dick, different colors, different virus killing kinds for paranoid mothers, pleasure building, and we promise you just that…buildings of pleasure. And if they’re not sure what kind, we’ve got a chart, for their dick to measure. So what do you say?
But anyway. Buy today and you’ll get a free key chain lube packet eh, good for a quickie and sure to fire up a hick eve! Nun of this, nun of that, nun of the above, nun below, nun besides, and nun to go, nun for you and nun for me, and nun for a father to make him happy.Life’s a bitch and then you die, so pay your taxes on the sly and always super size the fries. The Missing Piece
Sue me who me who’s perfect, so that’s what it’s worth The Missing Piece
It’s fucking superbly super perfect and that’s bigger than her The Missing Piece
She may take up your life And most of your greed But fuck her over and lose her And what’s left of your creed
The Missing Piece
No matter what, I’m taking the spot.
I haven’t changed my spots. When I’m on the spot, I break out in spots.
I’m all lit up, and spotty is in the passenger side asking for my fries on the side. Spotty, this is your Captain speaking. Beam me up, spotty. Call and get Cocks today! Cocks on demand! COCKS in a bundle! We love our COCKS. Cocks has the rumble. In the jungle, no bungle, or tongue hole to save the saliva you savor sipping through straws I but say: No offense to those cock it he cock it he cocked the COCKS the cocks has the FOX round the clocks for all that sucks in your socks out of the docs, sipping wine in a box with the locks and the rocks and just say no talks when she knocks out your jocks watching like hawks cause it’s all on your FOX for watching your COCKS motherfuckers. I’ve been too drunk to drive, too drunk to walk, too drunk to stand, too drunk to sit, too drunk to talk, believe it or not, but too drunk to fuck?
The Missing Piece
Sue me who me who’s perfect, so that’s what it’s worth The Missing Piece
It’s fucking superbly super perfect and that’s bigger than her The Missing Piece
She may take up your life And most of your greed But fuck her over and lose her And what’s left of your creed
It’s emitted, admitted, taken back ward, refitted, admitted the shame you acquitted me sane to release the remitted, like an idea, this crime, give me six up! Tao, the line, spinning faded and hated, delegated, degraded, the tainted love you created, infiltrated, and made it easy to be what I made it, and shit I paid it the time, should have been you killer fine, but you turn water to wine, so with this mic may I find! Yeah bitches. Us and us I is and is a wiz for the show and this this the dis disinterested fizz who is in the biz and is an ass for an ass and an eye for a booth, so show me where the fucking studio’s at for truce! Us and us is barely living today. Alright I’m running overtime, over prime and overweight.
Not to hate, just clean my plate. I’m all done.
Now don’t hate. Relate. Congratulate. Don’t be late on your “b” rate to berate I’ll still delineate the delinquent goodbye…man oh man am I motherfucking high
Just to cover all my bases, on my aces, the traces of your faces stays is on my stasis and this space isn’t free but I am so do me Later! And thank you, fuck you, good game and good luck you and two to the fucking head bitches!
Two to the motherfucking head.
Peace! Peace!
"I have been in some stage of commitment 37 times. I am not speaking about being engaged. I have only ever been engaged to ONE. "
7. Broken
Cries out in the night that it's passing him byHe just can't seem to find a real good reason whyGuess it's only in dreams he can take off and flySeems so real he can taste it he just has to tryAnd he says:
I have been brokenWords have been spoken I am in hellPlease break this spell
It's the way that she left him he really can't getHe feels like the loser an untimely betTime together meant nothing it's really that setYet the truth bears a child that he still hasn't met And he says:
I have been brokenWords have been spokenI am in hellPlease break this spell
Walking down that road
Never knowing never knowing
Where it goes (2x)
One more turn at the wheel that is still spinning round
He just knows he can fly, yet his feet touch the ground
Where the music is boundless insanities found Binds the deal, seals the fate around which IT is wound And he says:
I have been broken
Words have been spoken
I am in hell
Please break this spell
8.) Sorry Goodbye
You found yourself today
I don't know what to say
Maybe I do, just to be true
To the one you wouldn't stop through ADieu!
Sorry Goodbye
Sorry Goodbye
Sorry Goodbye
Sorry for you
Took all of yours
Took all of mine
Took after hours
Took out a fine So maybe I'm through What do I say to you?
Sorry Goodbye
Sorry Goodbye
Sorry Goodbye Sorry for you...
You've left me two too far Sorry Goodbye
9. GOODBYE LOVE
What can stand the test of time
Only time itself
Time will tell
As time it does
Time and time again
Goodbye love
Built to last
We still hold fast
Our lovin not fade away Where'd the time go?
Is it that time?
Time enough for love today...
What can stand the test of time?
Only time itself
Time will tell
As time it does
And so I say
Goodbye love
Goodbye hearts blood sweat and tears
Goodbye lines I've heard for years
Goodbye honestly, goodbye just goodbye
That's on sale today
And I'll ask the clerks
Take two
Goodbye us
Goodbye you
Time after time I ask myself
Where does it end?Does it land on a shelf?Do we make it around the bend?Do people read it and cry?Or love as they die?I know you did.
Goodbye hearts blood sweat and tears
Goodbye lines I've heard for years
Goodbye honestly, goodbye just goodbye
That's on sale today
And I'll ask the clerks
Take two
Goodbye you
What can stand the test of time
Only time itself
Time will tell
As time it does
Time and time again
Goodbye love
Built to last
We still hold fast
Our lovin not fade away
Where'd the time go?Is it that time?Time enough for love today...
10.) Crystal Ball
I having been using you for quite some time now.
I have decided that these things need to come to an end
You don't need me to use you
And generally speaking, using is a bad way of going about things
This is the end, fair demon
The end of
The pain in my heart
The pain in my head
The pain in my mouth
The pain in my crotch
And my crotch gone south
Hell of a disease I'm catching with you
Bet you put a spin on it I never knew
There are only two times you have ever been my friend
One was the beginning
AND ONE IS THE END
In the beginning you gave me your word to do what you promised
And then told me the sickest of all
I am only your friend, though you may think you love me
I am going to kill you
AND YOU WON'T BE LYING AROUND ANYMORE
In the end you told me once again that you do as you promised
And that you weren't dishonest
You were just you being used by me
Through extraordinary circumstances that came to being
And so I have to say
On no given day will I ever understand your presence
Or why you choose to show up
Once the best of times
Once the worst of times
Once the beginning of times
Once the end of times
Once apoun a time
Once more it could be mine
Our time's run out
Mine is too short
Yours I can't say
Mine is your sport
You play the time
As if time were no objec t
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
I'm here still somehow through all of this
You haven't fooled me, that is not amiss
And neither are you
You're right down the hall
Right over me
Right below me
Right next to me
Right inside of me
Right outside of where I mean to be
Right where you feel at home
That isn't love
You were wrong
And my days not so short which I couldn't tell you in this song
Once the best of times
Once the worst of times
Once the beginning of times
Once the end of times
Once apoun a time
Once more it could be mine
Our time's run out
Mine is too short
Yours I can't say
Mine is your sport
You play the time
As if time were no objec t
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
It was good living with you
Peeking behind the window and the doors
Searching for signs of life
And maybe when I'm dead you'll come drip on my grave
Put more ice in my heart
And fill the writing they'll save
With it's gone
Without it's cost
With IT I'm gone
Without IT I'm cost
In you I'm gone
In me I'm cost How much for that dog The ONE in the window?
Doesn't he have pretty smile
We can watch as dim go the dim go the lights
And the power goes out
Heart's not in it anymore
Is that a pounding in my head
Or a pounding at the door
So I ask you why
Do I ask to try
If in the chapter I just wrote
I said one thing is key, the title of this
Other people's smoke will kill me
I got an AC/DC bag full this is me and shut up
I got an ex - con come villain
With a lot of goods he can stuff
Down my throat because of you
Or maybe just for you
Your not that good
Or at least you weren't
Haven't been
Shouldn't known these things
Or the way you make me behave
So I promise you this
Now that I know you are not my friend
And keep me far from my lover
Not far down the bend
You're as cold as ice
And you act like it too
As if the air around here
Showed like it's true
I've got the chills
But if I put you in too much heed
I've got the sweats
But you're cold dear, indeed
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
I'm here still somehow through all of this
You haven't fooled me, that is not amiss
And neither are you
You're right down the hall
Right over me
Right below me
Right next to me
Right inside of me
Right outside of where I mean to be
Right where you feel at home
That isn't love
You were wrong
And my days not so short which I couldn't tell you in this song
Once the best of times
Once the worst of times
Once the beginning of times
Once the end of times
Once apoun a time
Once more it could be mine
Our time's run out
Mine is too short
Yours I can't say
Mine is your sport
You play the time
As if time were no objec t
You play my mind as if it's finds were your project
It was good living with you
Peeking behind the window and the doors
Searching for signs of life
And maybe when I'm dead you'll come drip on my grave
Put more ice in my heart
And fill the writing they'll save
With it's gone
Without it's cost
With I'm gone
Without I'm cost
In you I'm gone
In me I'm cost How much for that dog
The ONE in the window?
Doesn't he have a pretty smile?
And We can watch as dim go the dim go the lights
And the power goes out
Heart's not in it anymore
Is that a pounding in my head
Or a pounding at the door
Go away
You're not welcome anymore
Don't ask for my hand
Not even ONE In salutations
11. I Am On My Way
When you are on your way
I will know we are on our way
I have to get to you
Cause you are on my way
It can't be true, I can only love it
We are all the way
All the way is the night I will spend
On, it, up, us, two, two defend
Because I know
When she is on her way
You'll be on your way in that way
You are in your way never mine
I promise you
I am on my way
Only for you two, two
I promise you
I am on my way only for you two, two
If there was only one person in the world, I would want it to be you. Your voice caresses my ears and soothes my fears, lifts my cheer and chases away tears You are my every dream come true Just know unto you I will always hold near You, my dear are the light of my life, what makes my hope take flight You give me your love and in its unceasing quality I find the joy In living my life You are the reason I go on, the words to my song and the soundtrack of my life And I want you forever at ONE to be my wife We are my home May it never roam And be always on our way As we go on And on...
When you are on your way
I will know I am on my way
I have to get to you
Cause you are on my way
It can't be true, I can only love you
You are all the way
All the way is the night I will spend
On, it, up, us, two, two defend
Because I know
When we are on our way
You'll be on your way in that way
You are in your way never mine
I promise you
We are on our way Only for us.
When we are on our way
I will know I am on my way
I have to get through
Cause we are on the way
It can't be true, I can only love us
We are all the way
All the way is the night we will spend
On, it, up, us, two, two defend
Because we know
When you are on your way
We'll be on our way in that way You are in your way never mine
I promise you I am on my way
Only for you two, two
One for three..
I promise you I am on my way only for you
I promise you
I am on my way only for you
I promise you
I am on my way only for you
Let's promise us we are on our way for all of us One - two -three- four!
We ARE ON OUR WAY... ONE two, ONE two...
12. Tell
Hi
High
Can you tell
L’ough
Low
Can you tell?
The way I’m livin
Could not open the door
The way you’re givin
Could have told you no more
I’ll stand
And
You’ll land
And we’ll see it
The open road comes in the doorway
Puts the bottle up
Slams it down
And I’ll write
And you’ll see
And I’ll say
Hi
The way I’m livin
Could not open the door
The way you’re givin
Could have told you no more
The ways of sinning
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
No more giving to the right for the wrong A little fight just put in a song Can you tell?
Can you tell?
Tell me?
Got a comment? Write me at:
