Suicidal rhymes
Blame the vacant times
Vocals tucked in harmonies sound better when they're great
Merely therapeutic, thoughts not for debate
Courage is to ask
A hero at his task
Add enough velocity and all becomes a blur
The trial is at its finish, I'll receive my verve
So drape my fears in velveteen
I will be fine now that you're near
Say you are mine and undo my twine
This is the one thing I'd never leave behind
Vacant times give crappy rhymes,
but they're fun singing
Assets lose their value once all
spectators go home
The point is not to give, but to pay back the loan
So drape my fears in velveteen
I will be fine now that you're here
Say you are mine and undo my twine
This is the one thing I'd never leave behind
The lack of beverage wasn't
really a problem
'cause we knew Ken Vicci
Yeah, we knew Ken Vicci
We better call to ask him come to the party
'cause without Ken Vicci you can't have a real party
No one gets bullied now when out
in the schoolyard
'cause we know Ken Vicci
No, his name's King Vicci
He took the punks outside and taught them some manners
Made it look so easy, terminate bad species
Kenny, how come your mom so cool
hands you beer and booze,
or marijuana if it's weekday
You know, you're the luckiest guy around
your dad is always out of town and doesn't give you a hard time
One's never bored when out with
Ken in the city
Limitations aren't for the guy called Vendicci
We'll wait outside while he'll be shoplifting candy
Then he'll sneak us in to watch an x-rated movie
Kenny, not quite the best in
school,
but you're way more cool than Macho-Man, the Hulk
and Earthquake
You know, you're the toughest guy in town
We hope you'll always stick around and keep on giving a goodtime
Fun-guy number one,
but after we'd gone home
"alone" replaced the fun
I still belive we knew Ken Vicci,
but who we never knew was you
The class regrouped at the
reunion gathering
but at ten it still was Kenny Vicci-less party
Some said: "I'll miss him, but it's him, so why bother?"
And at that same moment Kenny entered the party
Kenny, how come your wife's so
cool
and you teach in school, like that flic with Morgan Freeman
You know you're the most sober guy around,
and you will always be around, probably after we'd gone down
about six feet under ground, keep on having a good time
The
You-and-Me-Reality-Disease
There's always something left to
try
Given initiative's intact
Never out of things to hide
Look at me and face the fact
When will I learn?
Every prophet/profit has its name
Forget them well and you survive
That in my pocket's what to blame
It still justifies the crime
Is it enough of this?
Really, the more is enough when what I need's gone
or have gone bad
That's how I learn
The point of the game: try
catching the ball
Tell great stories get free beer
First reach Fame, and then get the Hall
The core of innocense is fear
One thing I learnt
Is it enough of this?
Is it because no one comprehends,
nor understands
this way of life was not chosen first hand?
What is hard comes with ease
Happiness, a tease
You don't get to volunteer,
the you and me reality-disease
A new friend or a lover
Take a look at the cover
If I'm lucky it likes me too
It fails to get their attention
I'm the M in S/M
That hobby took me by surprise
If I analyze enough
I'm sure that it will turn out
being about me
It doesn't matter if I'm wrong
Right now I'm on the...
...couch drinking coffee
thinking loud that this must be
Someone with a day like mine
Clishé talk is ok
if I just think it's that way
and if I'm miserable, you be too
That's it! I've had it!
Been missing that last bit
longer than human patience lasts
Stretch and it will fit
Live inappopriate
Thoughts never meant for sale
No test will prove it
You're still addicted
Waiting for next hit
Miserable thoughts are ok
because it know it's that way and
if it's like me it's like you too
Neither a friend, nor a lover
Just someone passing over
this thing imitating life
If I analyzed enough
I'm sure that it would turn out
being about me
It doesn't matter if I'm wrong
Right now I'm in the song
I've got the bags, I've got the
money
It's time for me to go
Just get me pass the threshold
The infamous critical point
Open a can or lit another
stick of incontrol
Been told: to win one gambles
the clue is to let go
So see me. You'll see me
when all cards are drawn/gone
So see me. All exceeds
Nothing is everything
You can't pretend you're not to
blame
It's time to start
This is your fault
Let out your demons with a sigh
Do what we tell you don't ask why
Some of endearment - Some of the night
The future depends on you to be right
Get used to the feeling you won't
have
We've run out of reason in this town
Some say it's moral - Some say it's faith
Just let the burden carry its own weight
Spare your linger
Seal the finger
The distant peal unpleasantly
real
How come that's so distrous?
Separate beds, not quite newly-weds
Extension was never further
Liquid wovs. No "why"'s or "how"'s
No doubt when determination
The lack of space, fate has its ways
Still why care when no one listens
feel the sense of force
and the laughter follows
things can always end
when arm’s broken then you are done
walk and overcome,
but the bugs won’t keep quiet
peel flakes of skin,
then stand in line for the show
enter the cinema and the gun
doesn’t show
skip the popcorn, there’s no need for mingling here
fear comes on sale, right this day, as I speak
perform surgeon’s cut, draw as the light hits the screen
wrong place to hide
take the tide like a man
die with a smile or the blast of a gun
nothing worth healing here
raised on a lie
who wouldn’t try to give back
a glimpse of a life
I wish you’d seen me:
Happy as happy could be
Don’t think I think I’m the
better
I just feel like I made the bigger catch
Words come out wrong they’re just letters
Be afflicted or hide them with a patch
Don’t think I think I’m a winner
I’m just a guy who drew the right straw
No matter if the times ever get slimmer
Pickings won’t make me do another draw
Hurry, trick or treat
I know we had a beat somewhere
in the space of what’s left of in between
Scissor-stabs and cuts,
I’ve got enough
Put mentors in trunks of cars and push them off cliffs
Don’t think I think I’d do better
off without the pain you sometimes inflict
Relationships are like forecasting weather
I’m with Forrest; you never know what you get
As fast as you can go
Disasters never roam people
who’re waiting in a chair on their porch
Annoyance or a treat,
we used to have a beat waiting
In the summer wind;
Losses, some are win
Spiteful thesis, how could this
be wrong?
Caffeine shivers, I’m with fever when you’re gone
Don’t even blink in the ghetto
Attention is vital where there’s crime
If the lifeguard wants five, just let her
You never know exactly when it’s your time