The Tea Party Lyrics
The Tea Party Lyrics
"Overload Lyrics"
The Father, The Son, And the Homosexual... Lyrics
They called it faith They called it fair They called it resolution I call it shit when we were alone They simply paid no mind You'd suffere
They called it faith They called it fair They called it resolution I call it shit when we were alone They simply paid no mind You'd suffere
You paint such a pretty picture
You fuel my desire
But destiny's always uncertain
When fate's still in style
I've travelled the road of excess
I've learned to survive
I picked up the devil he told me
He wanted to drive...
I'm watching the rain clouds come
And wash over me
And I fall
On the Front Line Lyrics
Coming from the ghetto there's no future for the poor Where the cops don't really care if a bullet hits a bone where there's unemployment and no work f
down wastedComing from the ghetto there's no future for the poor Where the cops don't really care if a bullet hits a bone where there's unemployment and no work f
I overload
I overload
Overload
So precious the smallest of mercies
I hold to my chest
I'm finding it's taking forever
To sing every breath
But I know what I've said
I know what I've done
But I'm taking a break from reason
Because I still want some fun
I'm watching the
Metarie (Wellfed Version) Lyrics
Met a girl, introduced myself And I asked her go to with me and no one else And she said "I'd really like to see you everyday But I'm afraid of wha
ain clouds comeMet a girl, introduced myself And I asked her go to with me and no one else And she said "I'd really like to see you everyday But I'm afraid of wha
And wash over me
I'm searching for someone, something
To satify me
I'm watching the rain clouds come
And wash over me
And I fall down wasted
I overload
So satisfy everything
And damn the dismay
Because pleasure becomes the puppet
Before your mistakes
So sing, all along,
Ain't Life Grand Lyrics
Conceived to kill, living just to die Hell in a handbasket, why even try Death on death, makes the world go round Fitting to live six feet undergro
sing every songConceived to kill, living just to die Hell in a handbasket, why even try Death on death, makes the world go round Fitting to live six feet undergro
Louder, louder now...
I'm watching the rain clouds come
And wash over me
I'm searching for someone, something
To satify me
I'm watching the rain clouds come
And wash over me
And I fall down wasted
I overload
I overload
I overload
I overload
I overload