Live, Love, and PARTY HARD
Dead and decaying, rotting in my own filth, a single flame burns bright; my single hope for the future. You are the flame that sprarks my soul.
"Herb is the healing of a nation. Alcohol is the destruction."
I started thinkin'.
you know I started drinkin'.
you know I don't remember too much of that day.
Somethin' struck me funny when we ran out of money
Where do you go now when your only 15?
With the music execution and the talk of revolution
it bleeds in me and it goes...
Give 'em the boot the roots the radicals
Give 'em the boot you know I'm a radical
Give 'em the boot the roots the reggae on my stereo
OUR FINEST HOUR
In our finest hour of darkness
Ripping our last shreds of sanity apart
We're striving just to close our minds
In our finest hour of weakness
Masquerading about the town
Broken is all we left behind
In our finest hour of betrayl
Breaching our last shackles to the world
We have all but died
In our finest hour of redemption
We lingered off the path of pardon
Fallowing such a torturous line
In our fines hour of ignorence
We refused to see the truth
Lost in the blissfulness of our lies
In our finest hour of brutality
Razors sliding across bound wrists
Drained out the lifeless lives, yours and mine
In our finest hour, we took our finest fall...
The saddest tale is that of those who cannot stand their ground against their lust and their possesions, their addictions, long enough to abide by the passion they once so closely fallowed.
I AM A WHORE FOR CHEAP SEX