Vernon was a company man He kept his hair trimmed short And his sideburns shaved He was a Brill cream man He liked Swiss and ham He drank beer out of
Nothing ventured nothing gained his old time dentures were pitted and coffee stained he drove a milk truck for an outfit called "dairy time" tilled the
It's been so long Since we've talked about things Should'a took time to reconnoiter Lust stings Nobody likes me Everybody hates me I'm gonna eat me some
showers gently. I know you haven't been yourself in days. Woe blame upon my head. Fostered what's not mine. But how you love me wakes my eyes. Woe we
like my world is dark Might stick around for the ride Woe, no feeling sorry for this lonely one Just two or three are on my side Woe, if we work together
Down to the quarter there you go MADAME WOE Down to Canal where the red lights glow MADAME WOE Take some of your lonliness and lay it on me It's a tough
of woe My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains This empty feeling is all that remains (Red with rage) I abide in the pit of woe (Red with rage) Crucified
parties? I thought they'd never end I lost my only lover Proves you can't trust a friend Oh woe is me Oh woe is me Oh woe is me Oh woe is me, yeah,
(bell) LOGAINNE (spoken) I overcomplicated, dads. I?m sorry. (sung) I hope you still love me, America America, I Gave it my best try If you still don
Kids?ll talk All my so-called friends roll their eyes They?re incredibly petty Because my dads are my dads And alright enough already ALL Woe is me Woe
a mouth for them to see They all just laughed and said "That boy , he, that boy's got woe, he lives with woe" (Woe, woe) And this girl who I met whose
The ribbon round your neck against your skin that's pale as bone It is my favorite thing you've worn The band is playing our song And we won't go home
'm in is just a sack o' woe Misery, company and I'm feeling low Trouble follows me wherever I go The bag I'm in is just a sack o' woe Trouble, one thing
The ribbon round your neck Aganist your skin that's pale as bone If is my favorite thing you've worn The band is playing our song And we wan't go home
on a mission Tell me darling can I get a break, some how Can I say no? She's got a love like woe (Woe oh oh oh) Girl's got a love like woe (Woe
I think you've just about lost, your sense of self, Your foundations are crumbling down I told you so, told you so Don't be the one to say you know
Six feet under the earth is where you'll reside It's time to see the bastard you've become, Because I know your father didn't raise you this way The apple
Leave me here, biting my nails, breaking my stride, I put my faith into your desolate life Happen so fast that I won't be afraid I won't be afraid Three