lingov:

foervraengd:

We’re talking away

I know you like me, I know you do

Yeah I’m throwing up on your face

I got it all worked out

I am the pope of dope

When it’s time to party we will party hard

It’s the tears of a clown

It doesn’t hurt me

I’ll tell you what I’ve done

Barbra Streisand

…….wat

I’m comin’ up so you better get this party started

And when I see you

Standing in line to see the show tonight

Back to the street where we began

Shipwreck in a sea of faces

Sometimes I feel like i don’t have a partner

I guess that this is where we’ve come to

I’ve cashed in all my chips tonight

Watch your mouth because your speech is slurred enough that you just might swallow your tongue

Scar tissue that I wish you saw

Somebody once told me

Some of those that work forces

Don’t have to tell me that life ain’t fair,

It always seemed that I was sorry for the things that I did;

I created a monster, ‘cause no one wants to se Marshall no more,

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house

I’m in the bussiness of misery

Cut my life into pieces

I do not need a microphone

Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy.

(via lingov)