Momma Was An Opium Smoker Lyrics

I keep pictures of him in my mind yeah you know the Kind they curl up on the edges, the corners are bended Into a trickpulled from behind. Physically he is serene he looks good h...Read Full Lyrics

This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight" By Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13 Writ in my own hand on this, the 23rd day of August, 1829. "Fine Day ...Read Full Lyrics

Once it started The frail and fainthearted Just withered to the floor Oh, so sadly We examined hands burned badly By that which no man fears more. The terrible flames of All that ...Read Full Lyrics

Nozzle, nodule, eraser, chip: A few thoughts on the subject by a little...nothing. What was so obviously strange, yet mystifying true about the whole situation, Was Miss Connie ...Read Full Lyrics

As Miss Tender looks back, She writes a love letter, From the future, Making no attempt to obscure her, Desire, Her desire, Her desire to live in the past, Oh my night sky...Read Full Lyrics

This letter you get it, You burn it, Forget it It's not what I meant to say You might think me a scapegrace Really a fugitive in decay I exist here on an acre of nature In t...Read Full Lyrics

I am the mother, don't ever say that You don't ever want to say what you said again November 17dee, never ever take my ingredients From all of you, from all the city Say November, ...Read Full Lyrics

Oh, my sweet love He built a rotary cuff His shoulder got smashed He's gotta mend and repair a device To work where he got hit by the blast Oh, woe is he Unable to see in front...Read Full Lyrics

Actually, I was never conceived. And I don't expect to be believed, But I've found my mouth stitched shut with glossy pink thread. And when I think of the lie filled love-life that...Read Full Lyrics

Pj: I'm so fucking, fucking, fucking, hot! Vincent: I know you are, babe. Pj: No, it's quite hot in here. Vincent: Are you stupid? It is the nature of a glass house. Oh fabulous...Read Full Lyrics