steel machines." [The Forces Of Progress:] "Break the bough and strip all of it. Fell this forest, make a profit!" [The Farm Hands Ghost:] "Opposing forces clashed beneath a red
, I think we earned it (Too late) No stop signs (Too late) No red lights You left me stationed on the chair by the phone No ticket out or a thread of
smile Is two mountains away If the burning laughter refracts out the window And too many threads are pulled And leaves a mark on your night face As red
yarn? It's stitch three drop four Pitch that knittin' out the door right now There's a green there's a red There's a knot in my thread A knitter needs
It's a second hand story no one wants to hear And it's wet with blood, salted with tears It's black and white and red all over Happens all the time This
is so far in the red He listened to his heart when he should have used his head He suffers for his art, he's so skint His tenancy is hanging by a thread
your head Rigor Mortis has set in daddy Jack, you're dead What's the use of having muscles When your life hangs by a thread If you ain't got no red corpuscles
You left me hanging from a thread We once swung from together I lick my wounds But I can't ever see them getting better Some thing's gotta change Things
do you wrong over again Here's the needle & thread To mend your broken heart The words you're screaming, echo in my head You're feeling blue and you're seeing red
red alert, Young Carter kill in order, who get it first? Stuff that girl wit dick 'till her head burst Young Weezle flow needles I can thread shirts Boy
' the most classic threads Flashin' bread, roll down the window Bitch, you got some fantastic legs You can get 'til that ass get red You can get 'til that ass get red
the edge Rockin' the most classic threads Flashin' bread, roll down the window Bitch you got some fantastic legs, you can get 'til that ass get red
Everything's changed and it's all for the best And it's all gone according to plan It's out in the open and now it's all over Three cheers for every woman
even Strung out and dreaming of Night falling on the city Quite something to behold Don't it just look so pretty This disappearing world They're threading
s a red in the thread of the web he weaves Clean his clothes in the holy font But the rank of the reddle come back to haunt CHORUS Red hawk sits on a
again I am keepin cool like it's goin outta style Stickin to the program kickin it with no hands (kickin) That's what I do been doin it for a while Homie not a wack thread
I'm cutting up her pure white dress That I dyed red, that I dyed red I'm putting scraps in cheap tin lockets What time erases and memory mocks I'll send
I'm gonna find a way to die I'm living only for a lover And the death of you and I But if you find a way to break my back With needles, thread, and guilt