Monday, December 30, 2002

Moved to LiveJournal.
I have moved my ramblings elsewhere:

Sunday, December 29, 2002

What Sign of Affection Are You?

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hand holding - you like to be in constant physical contact with your special someone but you don't want to take things too quickly.

I got so many problems (I got so many problems)
And they weigh on my mind (And they weigh on my mind, now)
I don't solve 'em, no, I just cause them (I don't solve 'em I just cause 'em)
And they weigh on my mind (And they weigh on my mind now)

Tell me, where do you go when your money's all gone?
When your friends are all gone? When your love is all gone?
No right turns, always seem to be wrong
All goes bad, it's so hard to be strong
It's an uphill battle I don't think I can win
I try to do right but I'm surrounded by sin
Say, he's a better man, don't compare me to him
I've climbed the highest tree, now I'm stuck on a limb

I look for guiding light, but the bulbs they all burned out
Got up to the door and the lights they all turned out
Said they couldn't teach me so I guess I'm all learned out
Saw my soul die, didn't fly, it just squirmed out
In the blink of an eye I turned my home to a house
I know what to say but no words will come out
My time's almost up, I don't have any doubts
I said my time is almost up and I don't have any doubts

I'm gonna hold on as long as I can here
And my American dream, I have some doubts there
And I don't wanna fight here.

And if it's healthier to leave you be, may a sickness come and set me free, kill me while I still believe that you were meant for me
it's a wicked world that we live in it's cruel
and unforgiving

Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Momma, son
Lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?
Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind

I shot in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks

Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in

I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, heart is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm crazy Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while theyre clippin out
Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out

it's a wicked world that we live in it's cruel
and unforgiving