Crucify
© 1997 redlipsnlaundry@hotmail.com
Little Earthquakes
Under the PinkEvery finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces
then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach
a desert in my mouth
Figures that My COURAGE would sell out now
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
I’ve been looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands
drive another nail in
Just what God needs one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves
every day I crucify myself
nothing I do is good enough for you
crucify myself everyday
and my heart is sick of being in CHAINS
got a kick for a dog beggen’ for LOVE
I gotta have my suffering so that I can have my cross
I know a cat named Easter he says you’re just an empty cage girl
if you kill the bird
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
I’ve been looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands
drive another nail in
Got enough GUILT to start my own Religon
Why do we crucify ourselves
every day I crucify myself
nothing I do is good enough for you
crucify myself everyday
and my heart is sick of being in CHAINS
Please save me I CRY
’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
I’ve been looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands
drive another nail in
Where’s thise Angles when you need them?
Why do we crucify ourselves
every day I crucify myself
nothing I do is good enough for you
crucify myself everyday
and my heart is sick of being in CHAINS......
Boys for Pele
From the Choirgil HotelNorthern Lad
Had A northern lad
Well not exactly had
he moved like the sunset
god who painted that-
first he loved my accent
how his knees could bend
I thought we’d be ok
me and my molasses
But I feel something ie wrong
But I feel this cake just isn’t done
Don’t say that you Don’t
and if you could see me know
said if you could see me now
girls you got to know
when it’s time to turn the page
when you’re only wet
because of the rain
he don’t show much these days
it get’s so fucking cold
I love his secret places
but I can’t go anymore
“You change like sugar cane”
says my northern lad
I guess you go too far
when pianos try to bo guitars
I feel the west in you
and I feel it falling apart too
Don’t say that you Don’t
and if you could see me know
said if you could see me now
girls you got to know
when it’s time to turn the page
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