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Polluted
Lying here 11 days, my sould has grown so cold.
Coming down is the price I pay, I feel so all alone
Even when your next to me, I feel so far away
I am not who I once was, I have gone away

Chorus
I don't want it, I don't need it
I keep telling myself to believe it
I can see the writing on the wall.


Polluted by this life I lead, this life that I choose
Leaves me with no winning chance you see I was born to loose
I would rather hold your hand, than sit here in the dark
I pray that you will understand
and try to find my heart

Chorus
I don't want it,I don't need it
I keep telling myself to believe it
I can see the writing on the wall
I don't want it, I don't need it
I keep telling myself today
I'm going away


{Middle 8}

None of the roses are red
In the garden of dead

Chorus
I don't want it,I don't need it
I keep telling myself to believe it
I can see the writing on the wall
I don't want it, I don't need it
I keep telling myself today
I'm going away


Same as You
You are the soldiers of my soul
I'm begging you to loose control
I'm only happy with one thing
Thats screamin my balls off for the golden ring yeah


I love the way you look at me
Like I am some speciality
I've broken rules to be right here
but where I am is still unclear yeah

Chorus
I'll never be the same as you
I'll never do the things you do
I'll never look the way you do
And I'll never
be the same as you yeah

 

8 Days
Get down on your knees
See your mama she's beggin me
See your father , Standing there
I smashed his face and she don't care
Your Mama, she likes it rough
Thats why your Daddy he's watching me
He's making my dinner, he's making it hot
He's got a microwave hey why not

Chorus
8 days a week
Your Daddy's working too hard
8 Days a week
and your Daddy's working to hard for your Mama.


Sittin here with my new family
Me and your Mama were watching TV
Your father, he's a looser
Lost his wife to a junkie boozer
Aint it funny how things change?
But that little boy, he's still the same
I punched his dad and I %!#$% his Mom
Was a bad year for the boy

Chorus
8 days a week
Your Daddy's working too hard
8 Days a week
and your Daddy's working to hard for your Mama.

 

Spilling blood and passing time
Once upon a lonley time
I was yours and you were mine
Years go by and they define
What we've done with our time

Chorus
I was there once way down low
So close to letting go
I believed in everything they said


In this world that we all live
You'd think we'd learn how to forgive
Instead we're taking our own lives
Spilling blood , passing time

Chorus
I was there once way down low
So close to letting go
I believed in everything they said
Then I found that red hot love
It came from above
My desperation's gone
so I've heard


Did you take him down?


Let me tell you he was face down on the cement walk
His body outlined in white chalk

Chorus
I was there once way down low
So close to letting go
I believed in everything they said
Then I found that red hot love
It came from above
My desperation's gone
so I've heard

 

Apple, Peaches,Pumpkin Pie
Now its time to say goodbye.




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