The earth may be dying of self inflicted wounds
I got it straight from the nosy neighbor , man in...

Let me tell you something thats for the birds
a useless silent letter attached to my words...

Unsteady cupids arrow flies
never to find my hearts bullseye...

Kenmore knows Im no Singer
but allow me to spin a yarn that will have you in...

Robbing Paul to pay Peter
theres a hold up man in town.......the parking...

This morning something dawned on me
Im not going down in history...

Tossin' and turnin' in this huge lonesome bed
wishin' I could take back what I said...

Losing things was always my curse
I need somewhere for my things to immerse...

Its said the best things in life are free
a Ferrari, A Rolex and caviar seem best for me...

My life was once so cool and groovy
now it resembles the script of a scary monster...

Tired of scandolous women, in alcohol swimmin'
I thought it was time for a new thing...

My life was like an open book with half the pages...
dancing with demons and with the devil french...