Reverse, blow me in that black hole down there Return through perfect circle of my retina Watch Out! Hang Out! Fuck Off! Beyond! Out Yonder! Upsidedown I bleed on you so ease my pain, Blow Me Away You !!!!!!!!!!! Smash Up! wash away the blood from my

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's Easter time, too And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta

Rock you like a hurricane It's early morning, the sun comes out Last night was shaking and pretty loud My cat is purring, it scratches my skin So what is wrong with another sin? The night is calling, I have to go The wolf is hungry, he runs the show He's

It's my own fault, baby Treat me the way you want to do Yes, at the time, you were loving me, baby At that time, little girl, I didn't love you At that time, little girl, I wouldn't be true Used to make your own pay checks, baby And bring them all home

Hold my hand Will you hold my hand when you know I'm a sinner? Bless my soul, even though I'm a sinner Bless my soul Hold my hand, hold my hand I'm losing my faith, though, I was never religious Losing my patience while I pray for forgiveness Washing my

Oh, there's always time to change your mind Oh, I'm going to mess this up Oh, this is just my luck Over and over and over again In the meantime we let it go At the roadside we used to know We can let this drift away Oh, we let this drift away And there's

Oh Lord I'd be lost But for the grace of God Is your happiness embracing me But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven only knows how I've been blessed With the gift of you love And I look around and all I see

Ooh, hey, hey, hey, oh I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be, I'll be your West Coast, honey But my love, I won't give up I ain't no superman, I ain't no holy ghost I'm just the one that keeps you up and that you love the most I'll be your strong man, I'll

There's no use to fight this wrenching tourniquet of deprivation Obedience subservience leads to substance Cop provisions feed my addictions mistakes I made then I opened up the holes and they crawled in, Now when it's time for the feed they won't let me

You know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know it ain't right just to treat me this a way. Well, you know, my baby, have you home one day. You know it ain't right just to treat me like you do. Well, you know it ain't right just to