figurin it out now - heres our band www.handlehead.com we must be the worst t
cross the line meat lust tree - the bone fruit on the vine youre so good
to me you look so good to me true i say whats on my mind
heavan
hold when yer pent under me leavaned mold this serpent does agree ill do
yers to mine while you you ruin my mind lie and soon we'll be set
free
when were gone - here from home be sure to believe
me
so whaTya wanna try theres no parents here - just u and
me cause all we gots is time yer as anxious as i can see the day is
long i dont belong theres nothin else else that i need please dont
cry you should know what ya mean to me do dont try while ya ride yer
green machine
ride the sumer undertow for free hide when you here
thuinder roll n bleed you just look at u do what you want to do but
she will float right next to me
i was born on the great divide with a
handle stickin out my head and we lose what we cannot find n all thats
west just winds up dead and its al just the same to me ya walkin round
like ya dont care and shell fall down to her knees while we grind our
green machine