need you to listen to me, please believe meI'm

do you look so good in those jeans?Why'd you

was 23She was 35I was spiralin' outAnd she was

killed my former andLeft her in the trunk on Highway

mum mum wanna hold 'em like they do

Mr. RadioGot her pink tightsAnd her funny-money retro sound

lollipop)(Oh, lolli-lolli-lolli)(Lollipop, lollipop)(Oh, got nothing left to lose

don't know why you hurt inside,Or what was said

up emotional fadersKeep repeating self-hating phrasesI have heard enough

abracadabraAbracadabra, the toll to the angelsDrawing circles in

abracadabraAbracadabra, the toll to the angelsDrawin' circles in

Arizona skyBurnin' in your eyesYou look at me and

black, blackOn the runway, dressed in his bestBlack, black, blackOn

Sugi 1: Sugi I just woke up

I just woke up from a dreamWhere you and

are no more tears to cryI heard you beggin'

walk the downtown to my soundNo-one knows me

1: Bradley me somethin', girlAre you happy in this

time you vap and I get tiredSpit some shit that's

is the Manifesto of Mayhem.The Mistress stands before me, eyes