Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, with the hollows Crack the safe, grab

Girl you know you got me to hold on to, We can go to town but baby if you'd rather, I'll take you for a ride on my big green tractor We can go slow or make it go faster, Down through the woods and out to the pasture, Long as I'm with you it really don't

It's so cold, cold as hell 35 below and falling How I wish that she was calling me It's such a lonely world It's like Latitude 88 North Latitude 88 North The iceman came to me tonight So very near but out of sight I heard the footsteps in the hall

'Cause it hurts when you hurt somebody Hold me close and I won't leave So much to say but I don't speak And I hate that I let you stop me Taking it slowly I'm afraid to be lonely Nobody told me It's harder than I thought to tell the truth It's gonna

It's maturity that I'm lacking So don't, don't let me go And all you need to know is I'm so sorry It's not like me Just let me know that growing up goes slow. And I'm so sorry, it's not like me Today I'm gonna write a sad song Gonna make it really long

Death walking terror Slow mental torture Psychic tormentor I m the black thoughts of the night Deep in the darkness of your mind Shrouded in shadow, the mental torture In the realm of death waling terror Stalking the closest to the edge Imposition of

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

Five fingers to the face You know I flaunt cha, cause' girl I really want cha And you looking nice, got me cooler than a bag of ice Now freeze, freeze, freeze, now go Drop it fast and move it real slow, oh! What, you smell so fruity I'm a pirate and

Sadistic embodiment Spreading the corruption Flowing is destruction The mutilation leads to death Existence now irrelevant

La la la la la la la And in the hours that followed, no one could repair In the quiet morning, there was much despair That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale, rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline