Why am I so damaged, girl? Why am I such poison, girl? I don't know how long I can hold on If it's gonna be like this forever Why am I so damaged? Why
Right You and me against the wall Kiss or fight, it's your call No matter what you do, I'll still feel the same about you We're at a crossroad Our situation
`t hold back Keep your eyes on the prize Always Will Yeah Toe the line We We are the chosen We we are the pulse of the world We We are the chosen We
Close my eyes and swallow Figure out that I, I'm not blind Broken eared Just need to disappear Close my eyes and swallow Figure out I need to get up
I tried to fall in it again My friends took bets and disappeared They mime their sighing violins I think I'll wait another year I want my chest pressed
Something's going on, I don't know what I did But it worked out fine again I got you in my song and it sounds like a hit It's gonna be alright again
Light that smoke that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they?ll kill you sooner Than my expectations To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar
written by Warren Zevon 1995 Zevon Music BMI Every touch is measured out Every word is written down Sunny skies are seldom seen In the land of few and
been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave
wouldn't survive, but hey I ain't the one to speak up on another's All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother He chose the wrong way
winners You wouldn't survive nigga, if I chose you Froze you from ear to ear, showin' your whole vocal Who told you, you could roll through My lyrics practically rose you from the grave
for a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is sublimation She is the essence of thee She is concentrating on he Chosen
smilin and my motor's not hot Pretty little sister should be kept in a cage She thinks she's grown up cause she looks older than her age She chose the
up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to listen
wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a grave (GONE) Bendin' corners (GONE) Finna bang (GONE) Another soldier (LONG GONE) In the grave (grave
soul I fought, I toiled for the lost in the waves And I will not tire, I'll die no slave If the sea's my grave I sleep with my city, my people, my oath
seen? Been visited by phantom beings? Haunted by those in hooded cloaks Or been in the seance to invoke Many who see don't believe Because they chose