John Christ piosenki

i'm an unsweetened lover, no sugar, milk, or creme like expresso, cappuccino, laced with pure adrenaline panacea for your pain, i'll pump you down and up again fear me yes, i'm serpentine, i am your drug, your flesh caffeine flesh caffeine flesh caffein...

cmon' baby don't you cry just be gone a little while cmon' let me see you smile just be gone a little while baby why you always cryin' when it's time to say good-bye? i'll be home when the tour is through it's too soon to say i love you don't wanna'...

there was a time long ago, i knew i'd never leave then you turned your back on me and forced me to turn mine too i'm gone now i'm gone i'm gone i've had enough of you i spent years livin' by your rules and opinions of me i fit in and made no waves,...

here i lie rotting in my cell finger scratching lines in the wall the evil in my mind has brought this hell the good in me has nearly bid farewell bid farewell death is near one last play judgment day not far away never gave a thought toward heaven...

bells echo in the distance toll at the holy scene faithfull dressed in summer's sunday best pray to god now to light their way i see shadows through broken eyes i see shadows where i once saw you every mornin' i look outside see that nothing's, noth...

in a smokey little dive on a friday night i saw her first in the candle light she caught my eye and smiled it took all i had to slow, down we spoke no words as we danced real wet heat rising from down below i whispered to her, ìlet's goî she kissed me...

friday night, corner liquor store a boy waves a gun, yells "open up the drawer" the owner replies with a loaded .44 splatters him red on the black and white tile floor stop the world i want to get off till repaired, then i'll get on again saturday ni...

each mornin' debbie bounces by my desk it's quarter to nine red hair flowin' freckle face dove soap breeze she leaves behind what she wearin' underneath that cartier? maybe lace and chantilly i close my eyes and fantasize pretend that purity she is until...

7 a.m. a zombie i crawl to the shower by 8 i'm running late got to race to the freeway 5 to 9 coffee time settle in to the flow you know i hate my boss, i hate my job, i hate this town, but where can i go? i spend half my time stuck on the road to nowhe...