I want a little girl I want a little girl, call my own. She must be someone who's all alone now. Say, I want a little girl To fall in love with me, oh yeah. I want a little girl, but she may not look Just like a picture in a story book. If she can cook

Tarantula (Tarantula) And when the thunder breaks It breaks for you and me I'm living but I'm feeling numb Can see it in my stare I wear a mask so falsely numb And I don't know who I am Despite the worlds inside of me

Heed the darksome maid A murky presage roaming the land To silence the skylarks chant The somber kiss is at hand To impart the crimson robe Dancing across this equinox To relegate persistence As the bleak darkness grows A cryptal impellent, devoted to

I run around town, around round the town The pedal to whatever Gonna ride my bike until I get home With the pedal to the metal My mama tells me I should stop Go and get a real job That can't be the way that I roll And I'm getting count of it all

Slit my throat it's all I ever How long, how long will I slide? Separate my side, I don't I don't believe it's bad I gotta take it on the other side Take it on the other side I heard your voice through a photograph I thought it up and brought up the past

Now I found some Grace beneath the judge's gavel Grace among my brothers on the firing line Grace upon this road less traveled Grace beneath the pines, the pines Grace beneath the pines There'll be no more running round for me No more going down, you'll

I don't need anyone Misery loves company Torn apart like the brokenhearted Up in smoke with the fire we started Smash it up like there's no tomorrow Leave me here with the fear and sorrow There's a halo in the distance I'm a wreck, I'm out of time I

Yeah yeah yeah, make some motherfucking noise Yo Doggy Dogg you're on, live on stage Performing tonight, excuse me Doggy Dogg you're on You know! The one and only Don Corleone, the big homey why'know me Well if it's on I guess it's bout time Let me

It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret) 41 shots (you can get killed just for living in) No secret my friend You can get killed just for living in your American skin Is it a gun (is it a gun), is it a knife (is it a knife) 41 shots, and we'll take that

In this sweet Paradise And this is what we swear Out a many one people Tell me can you see that any where Everyone treated equal And this is why So many die Leaving so many to cry Its 'cause life is so unfair