Little girl, I want to marry you I see you walking, baby, down the street Pushing that baby carriage at your feet I see the lonely ribbon in your hair Tell me I am the man for whom you put it there You never smile girl, you never speak You just walk on

(Glitch, glitch, glitch, glitch) Car full of miles to the deep blue Walkin' in the snow from the upper joy Ice in my hair 'cause I'm a cold bitch Don't play me You're the reason why your soul glitch Too good to have you too

Carry him to his bury'n ground Walk him along, John, Carry him along Tell me where you're stormy Well General Taylor gained the day Well General Taylor he gained the day Walk him along, John, carry him along We'll dig his grave with a silver spade

Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz

If it leads me to you As I walk this world, tired and alone Got one foot in the grave, Lord, help me make it home I'll carry your pain, my words bleed straight and true My lost heaven has been turned upside down Dead and buried is the joy which I once

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,

While you walk away with the frosting of my heart The slice of heaven that I gave to you last night I’m not a piece of cake for you to just discard If I am just a piece of cake I am just a piece of cake (cake) Then, you're just a piece of meat You're

A voice through the rain tells me I'm here A glance from a veil brings me to tears An afternoon walk through the park I keep to the shadows until it's dark I am not educated nor free of sin I carry thoughts of giving in There is a void surrounding me No

This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore Though the truth may vary Don't listen to a word I say The screams all sound the same Hey! Hey! Hey! 'Cause though the truth may vary I don't like walking around this old and empty house So hold my hand, I'll

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye