'Cause the hardest part of this Is leaving you If you could get me a drink Of water cause my lips are chapped and faded Call my Aunt Marie Help her gather all my things And bury me In all my favorite colors,

I hate to see that evening sun go down Cause my baby, he's gone left this town Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way St. Louis woman with her diamond ring Pulls that man

What a shame when a thang blast at ya 'Cause you're lame you're a dame slash actor These dudes are ho's from screws to toes They choose to go bass ackwards Mange Strusic! Bang bou yitch! Follow me now see, check it out I say: this song is dedicated to

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

You can call me King Call me Mr. Lonely You can call me anything Call me if you know me Where the pavement ends But can you hear me now? You know I can't feel this pain in my heart Because it's honestly been falling apart Maybe I'm too blind to see

Cause the days have no numbers Must've been forces That took me on them wild courses Who knows how many poses That I've been in But them the main closest Hark! it gives meaning mine I cannot really post this Ah feel the signs

Because we are that fire It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul Because she needed us, she needed love But we're all gone to strip that ground The higher we climb These shapes, shapes show And this place is more holy when nobody knows

We will be superstars, superstars, you and I Yeah, we run this party Con las manos pa' arriba, dale We will be superstars Because your touch, like poison Is running through my veins I'm on the all electric, siempre, siempre, siento We're like Bonnie and

This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar bed On this night of ritual Invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no But for their future loss