EXTRA KOOL - Little White Lies lyrics

rate me

Ladies and gentlemen, I'll taint your life

Like heroin, save my cry's and live again,

We are all just medicine, the head still

Spills, we blow like leaves, the world is

Dead we said in screams, all is gone no

In between, love is fake reality gleams,

All aboard this angry tour, why's my face

So insecure, I've been locked behind closed

Doors, hugs for hate is the metaphor, hang

My head and watch me bleed, pull the punch

On beauty queens, a broken heart's no need

For speed, she is just a fucking thief,

Let's wash my hands then play for keeps,

Pray for lose, and eat disease, loose the

Earth beneath my feet, we are just a flock

Of sheep, I am not a happy boy, with open

Arms, it's for the poor, a silent mouth feds

Canker sores, I still lust, I thank the Lord,

Why be cozy with my friends, lazy hearts they

Sever limbs, I'm still draped in several sins,

A wishful tongue's no accident, this is why

We die at home, a glimpse of sleep we love

The holes, a shattered man's a helpless soul,

I'll be forced to die alone,

Boy's and girls now life is senseless, life

And death we hop all fences, pain is God no

Second guesses, these are all my favorite

Questions, bat your eyes and bit your lips,

Expect no love and give no kiss, receive your

Wings and throw your fists, we are all just

Hypocrites, I am lust, say my name, I am

Lost, who's to blame, she is love, I swallow

Shame, she is life, I feel no pain, we are

Death, I spill my grief, we are done, I show

My teeth, it is cold, I'm incomplete, it is

Dark, I end my speech...

A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go

Down, but the world is full of shit, crack

A smile feeling proud, forever young, shoot

The breeze, taste the chocolate coated hype,

The Optik kids will never cry over little

White lies...

A show of hands kids, how many want to be the

President, how many want to be the next Thomas

Edison, how many want to be the next billionaire

With a chauffeur and Butler to polish your

Silverware, I see well how many of you would like

To be celebrities, an athlete, a head coach,

Punching out the referee, a big movie star out

Sailing the seven seas, with your face on every

Tabloid and magazine press release, another

Show of hands, how many want to sell fast food,

How many want to clean the toilets in the bathroom,

How many want to hold a sign on the interstate,

How many want to scrub coffee cups and dinner

Plates, how many want a boss man to run there

Life, funny how the hands have fallen from the

Sky, some day kiddies, you'll stop and wonder

Why, life builds you up just to server you

Humble pie, I say this kids, so you won't be

Astonished, when you find there's more men on

Death row then in congress, it's up to you

Kiddies, to stand up and deliver, so you don't

Live like me in a fan by the river...