But I don't mind No I don't mind (I don't mind I don't I don't mind) Beautiful monster Beautiful monster (beautiful monster) No I don't mind I don't I don't mind In fact I like it Though I'm terrified She's a monster (she's a monster) And I need her (and

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always

So go I know you would not stay It wasn't true, but anyway It's going to take a little time While you're waiting like a factory line I'll fly across the park Backseat on the 79 Wasted days you've come to pass Pollination yellow cab You walk up the stairs

It's so cold, it's so cold And it hurts like heaven Still I won't let go You, ooh, ooh Written in graffiti on a bridge in a park Do you ever get the feeling That you're missing the mark? Written up in marker on a factory sign

See when it starts to fall apart Man, it really falls apart Like boots or hearts, oh when they start Forty things we share The fact that we don't care They really fall apart, well fall apart Well I think that there's a problem here Her voice just don't

I stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place I minimize the guessing game Guess what? (What?) I don't like guessing games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate

You said I'm stubborn and I never give in I think you're stubborn 'cept you're always softening You say I'm selfish, I agree with you on that I think you're giving out in way too much in fact You say I've known you longer my dear You like to be so close,

Bombastic Love So fantastic Where I'm completley yours and you are mine And It's gonna be exactly like in a movie When we fall in love for the first time I know we're gonna get, know we're gonna get get The fact that you and I should need I am here to

Rrrah, uhh, bitch! It's radio radio station, cat Xzibit huh? K-W-Balls, Daniel Thompson hold like this Like that in fact, with a fat-ass Battlecat track I'm takin caller number one, that is.. Rrrah uhh, bitch - you took too long

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's