The Butcher Boy Lambchop

she went upstairs to make her bed and not a word to her mother said her mother went upstairs too saying oh daughter my daughter what troubles you oh mother oh mother i can not tell that butcher that butcher

Grumpus Lambchop

Oh what's the matter with the boy Oh did he really have to be so sure But you're not thinking ride around without a sound Restless boy in restless town and you commence to Drinking a bottle up, a bottle

The Old Gold Shoe Lambchop

The gold stereo Stretches out the sound Turns the plates until they're rounded The whole that you know Gets closer to the ground Closer to that thing you found For all our massive brains To call on choked

Nashville Parent Lambchop

But it just looks plain cold from the bottle Another part of the ritual standing in the kitchen Arms are braced against the counter swallowing like mercury down the drain And the neighbors have been drinking

The Petrified Florist Lambchop

A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe I've stepped on my guitar A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's really just pretend A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent

The Book I Haven't Read Lambchop

The crickets cry tonight Here comes your girl The showers fall tonight It's a rainy world The shivers on the spine Could be what we had in mind Remember all the times we said We could be we should be in

You Masculine You Lambchop

The shape of the sun ah, pretty ways pretty ways and Things to come When this day is done you will collapse collapse into The funnel of my arms And as always they're not strong And as always you Do believe

Women Help To Create The Kind Of Men They Despise Lambchop

Women help to create the kind of men they despise Misery is often apparent of some affecting touches That were composed under her name Or, the dignity of criticism increases the confusion in men Her heart

Nothing But A Blur From A Bullet Train Lambchop

Wearing a halo of mist Glowing pink and purple In the afternoon light Sprawling from a hub They gave way to patches of green The wine colored country Unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms And our travel

I Haven't Heard A Word I'Ve Said Lambchop

The right of callous goes to malice Molder in the grave The scene to witness inner fitness Leaves without a wave To turn about inside the outer Layer that we save Becomes apparent when we wear it Such

Something's Going On Lambchop

"There so much I want to know In every day in every notice The hour it is going slow So how am I to show this And I've got this feeling Something's going on Wake up in a kinda sweat Fingers slightly numb

Each Time I Bring It Up It Seems To Bring You Down Lambchop

Hobbled by the fact That there must be a problem Confident that there's a trace Of honor that we share So let's begin again And let's not try to answer With subtle irony Instead of common sense Take me

Four Pounds In Two Days Lambchop

They say you walk around As if a ghost had crossed your path And turned into a reading material And as it happens to be chosen From the torn or taffeta You're frozen in the contemplation of a win Okay,

A Day Without Glasses Lambchop

takes the sum of all the kindness And the whole of all the guilt I scramble our affection like some eggs There are things I want to tell you But sometimes I get confused Still I try to make a mental

Crackers Lambchop

Crackers spoil In the California sun Autumn leaves But she never said where she was going In your heart Your mind grow dumb You feign surprise to learn that That's where babies come from Remove

I Would Have Waited Here All Day Lambchop

There are dishes in the sink this morning They remind me of a dream There are coffee cups and empty glasses I laid next to a wet sponge I casually accept the image As something that I've seen I'm

Action Figure Lambchop

heard a rumor that I'm sad Or at least that I feel bad Whoever said that doesn't know I'm pretty sure that I don't know And if a case was made for this Could it be something that we missed Let's let the

Up With People Lambchop

Yes there comes a booming sound It used to come from underground Now it emanates From a kind of welfare state Of the soul Yeah baby of the soul And of the sweet sweet soul Let's be certain Of the deliberate

The Rise And Fall Of The Letter P Lambchop

Well it started out intimate enough She was hardly convinced of this And nothing was right with out it And every thing, I mean every thing's unclean How long is the right to suffer And nothing impresses

What Else Could It Be? Lambchop

It's the bad way you feel today Brush the dog as you walk away Oh, there it is baby You know that they feel the same But they wave as you turn away Got your mind but you Cannot stay So baby, you say what

The Decline Of Country And Western Civilization Lambchop

Well, I hate Nathan Bedford Forrest He's the featured artist in the devils chorus And damn they're looking ugly to me Damn they're looking ugly to me And they say put an end to all your joking And you

The Distance From Her To There Lambchop

So shy tonight I'm told you were, I'm in the thick Of it, I've been a dick with it you're just not used To it Am I'm alright well, as you were there's no use for This it's not a theater kiss more like

Fear Lambchop

Words turn into flowers into paper into plastic cups that tie around a figure that was planted in the snow.

I Hate Candy Lambchop

Theres no real trouble girl C'mon c'mon c'mon And I get serious And I get sad And I get nervous With the problems we have But I will want you Through the leisure and loss I will want you No matter the

Prepared [2] Lambchop

She was standing by her mirror Brushing out her curls and braids That evening had arranged the night before She noticed her pale cheeks As were seen through haggard eyes That suggested conversation

Beers Before The Barbican Lambchop

In a life that's wrong and hung around I'd probably wet myself with all the talk Think of me as serious or slightly disappointed I'm not looking to defend this attitude Your dress is perfect Your

Short Lambchop

we are And an incomplete sentence that you said Now it's time to terminate our trust Even though to you and me it doesn't matter much We can close our eyes and picture better days ahead Even now the

Paperback Bible Lambchop

Almost any day at noon Hey I'd like to put on A four month old rat terrier pup I think he's a male And he's marked up pretty and everything This woman's got some goats But his feets never been on the

Steve Mcqueen Lambchop

Oh, I guess that have to be alright by me How come we never say what it is that we want to say Is this just another way to be mean Mean, mean Not Steve McQueen or free of worry And if you never have the

Butcher Killing Joke

watching the decoys of all description sparkle of colour creating diversion the liars are out - they have all the assets crawling for oil they were bleeding for gold fruit tasting bitter and lead in the

Butcher Swans

You're too close I don't recognize your smell You're in the wrong skin I don't recognize your smell Your mouth smells strange Some people want to kill you Some people want to fuck you When you say the

Oh Ma Madr Dick Robertson

MA MA Dick Robertson Mama, dear, come over here And see who's looking in my window It's the butcher boy and oh, He's got a bundle in his hand.

butcher keedpeep

don’t let go(away, away, away)no way home(alone, alone, alone)don’t let go(away, away, away)no way home(alone, alone, alone)don’t let go(away, away, away)no way home(alone, alone, alone)where is it...

The Butcher Leonard Cohen

The Butcher I came upon a butcher, he was slaughtering a lamb, I accused him there with his tortured lamb. He said, "Listen to me, child, I am what I am and you, you are my only son."

The Butcher Matt Pond PA

Open up till midnight The butcher waits for someone's desperation That goes beyond control Speaking is an invitation Under fluorescent lights You can't wash out his desire Where bodies are indecent And

The Butcher Homeboy Sandman

story's different sides It's normally smiles, not the sighs, that I emphasize Is it being too precise, to say that fighting suicide is just a part of life WAY THINGS ARE GOING Don't fear the poltergeist

The Butcher Butcher Babies

I pull my hair at night, motherfuck My dreams they swallow me whole And Take me to faraway places, places that I'll never go Where gangs of the faceless cry, so bloody eyeless red They're chasing after

Butcher Shop Kool G Rap & DJ Polo

record that he can't chop Polo show them how it's done in the butcher shop <Get violent (x3)> The rhythm he brings makes the audience swing While the plates rotates his fingers cling To

Butcher Blues Kasabian

Coco believe me I\'m a lonesome man I wanna get stoned and trip some wires I wanna get myself underground I said that, you must believe me When I say I\'m fightin the dead Lyin low across the evening

Bible Butcher The Plot In You

my mind So take this and trust me Cus I just feel so suffocated by you Will you let me breathe I've got this spite that follows me Every problem is somehow caused by me I will never win So I'll take the

Trilogy: z) Eliminator Jr. (Album Ver.) Sonic Youth

Kids cruise away, pack of chickenshits This guy is ours, dark stains on his pants Enough to make a butcher out of the bone Take a walk in the park?

Eliminator Jr. (Live) Sonic Youth

Kids cruise away, pack of chickenshits This guy is ours, dark stains on his pants Enough to make a butcher out of the bone Take a walk in the park?

Butcher The Song Cursive

There's a time and a place, this is neither the time nor the place. "where do I fit in, in this jigsaw of a relationship? !? Why should I play the fall guy to your love?

Eddie the Butcher Rancid

[Chorus: Tim Armstrong, Lars Frederiksen & Matt Freeman] He can make a blind man see the Lord They call him Eddie the Butcher You can die by pistol or knife or sword They call him Eddie the Butcher [Verse

My Butcher Man (Album Version) Memphis Minnie

Wonder where is my butcher man now? I've been looking for him all day long! Butcher man, butcher man, where have you been so long? Butcher man, butcher man, where have you been so long?

The Cleansing Butcher Babies

We’re slowly twitching to the fire that burns but plays dead Stand aside and watch us burn Break down the walls we’ve made Oh! Break! Down the walls we’ve made Break!

The Butcher And The Butterfly Queen Adreena

in her sunset smile I told the broken bird of my unborn child These blood stained walls in her head I found my girl bleeding in his bed The angels cried in butterfly red The butcher and the butterfly

For The Fight Butcher Babies

Can you taste it, the sweat and suffering We salivate for the kill We will not ever quit, 10,000 marching boots in the pit It’s time to take off the masks Remove the knives from our backs We fight They

Monsters Ball Butcher Babies

So get the fuck up!

Marquee Butcher Babies

me They will praise me They will know my name Fembots meet in Hollywood colliding With their carved out sides and their plastic smiles Drugs don’t work because they took them all And now they’re dry The