Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child When you've said it to yourself We are at war, how dare you turn on me now Right when I need you most
was for the greater good Soon I will meet her at our mansion in the sky Leaving this wicked world behind It's strange that it should end this way But martyrs never
My dress shoes on The well kept cemetery lawn Both of them weeping Their one good son now was gone The irony to see my dad Down on his knees Crying out
reply Quitters never win She almost ruined everything Oh the toil a lie can bring That quitters never know Lies can be the perfect things If they never
The volunteers were tired Heads were hanging low The news had spoiled their appetite For stuffing envelopes Twelve points was an awful lot to be down
One, two, three, four All the way to grandma's house I stayed on the narrow path But my brother wandered off deep into the woods Bitten twice by rattle
Officer Please don't haul me in Though I'm drunk again I can explain I swear to you For a week I have Been completely dry Until tonight He's been such
of the show If I were you I'd give up The path is too narrow, the way is too steep Count it a blessing that your such a failure Your second chance might never
show. If I were you, I'd give up. The path is too narrow, the way is too steep. Count it a blessing, that you're such a failure. Your second chance might never
"Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child. When you said it yourself, we are at war. How dare you turn on me now, right when I need you most
"My jail shoes on, the well kept cemetery lawn. Both of them weeping, their one good son now was gone. The irony to see my dad down on his knees, crying
for the greater good. Soon I will meet her at our mansion in the sky, leaving this wicked world behind. It's strange that it should end this way, but martyrs never
replied, 'Quitters never win'. She almost ruined everything. Oh, the toil a lie can bring, quitters never know. But lies can be the perfect things, if they never
The volunteers were tired, heads were hanging low. The news had spoiled their appetite, for stuffing envelopes. Twelve points was an awful lot to be
"All the way to grandma's house, I stayed on the narrow path but my brother wandered off, deep into the woods. Bitten twice by rattle snakes, tangled
Officer, please don?t haul me in. Though I?m drunk again, I can explain. I swear to you, for a week I have been completely dry, until tonight. He?s