Green Lamborghini, paper tags (skrt) Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (brrt, bow) Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (woo, woo, woo) So when I blew up I put her in a pad (mansion) I like to throw up when I think about the crash (ugh,

I'm just burning out And I stepped in line To walk amongst the I'm not growing up I declare I don't care no more I'm burning up and out and Growing bored In my smoked out boring room

Meet the man that made me Greet the can that I came from Oh the fucking sacred heart of Jesus Blew it in the back room Feelin' like a real goon Slam the fuck aside, man I'm on, you're not I am the great big mouth

Lover I'm off the streets Gonna go where the bright lights And the big city meet With a red guitar, on fire She's the candle Burning in my room

I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These old letters from years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town

Whippoorwills call, evenin' is nigh Hurry to my Blue Heaven Turn to the right, there's a little white light Will lead you to my Blue Heaven You'll see a smilin' face, a fireplace, a cozy room Little nest that nestles where the roses bloom Molly and me,

I can make you, (I can make you believe in anything) Believe in anything My neighbors keep gettin' murdered so we sleep with the alarm on Bedroom filled with Nike SBs and Comme de Garcons Starin' at the ceiling listening to soul father Tryna' make the

Trashed and scattered again, I'm feelin' so low You waste your breath while fuckin' with me, my blood is so cold I won't be the victim, but the first to cast a stone Sedated nights to the bar room fights as metropolis takes its toll And don't you try to

And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as They stared us down when we met in the emergency room And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines Every hour, on

You, wake up, where's the tomb? Will easter come, enter my room? The lord weeps with me Toll no bell for me father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world But the angel, the dream foretold Prayed more than thrice