Is this what I wish for those and all they know? Could depend on how cowardly I should act If she won't give me the love I came here for With pen I am armed here to react
Hey now, hey now what is it boy? All the things that trouble you Visit your mirror image Of what might have once behaved Hey now, hey what is it boy? But I won't rest till dead, till dead do you part
This is how I feel my God from what's been dealt The flies that flutter flight tonight Is it love that I'm feeling or is this hate the same The emotion's enough to kill the sane
Feed little maggots off the Westside of your sin Run little maggot when they learn of what you did
From start to finish I've made you feel this Discomfort in turn with the world you've learned To love through this hate to live with its weight A burden discerned in the blood you taste
Why would you deny me answers? If I'm just a boy on the break of being Horror and hell through its fires Be brutally honest, was it better before me?
In the curve of your body How I want her with me The truth of the story The Vishual, I wish you all
The better end of all to come The truth be now here one by one I am to extend to none The memory that fuels the fire
Watching his tale with the words he unfolds Conscience and cold we'd never know They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind
Could this be that hard for me? To configure a new love in hate To my new entity or banish it home to the grave No one is safe
With the quickness strike out for the less of us doubt Mercy of the man who put the pen in our mouth Word write us well signed, "Forgiveness for sale" I'm through being full Of all the might you want killed The fiction will see the real The answer will question still In your body and blood as your parents once wept You will follow their lead one by one, every step
Could this be that hard for me? To configure the new love and paint To my new entity or banish it home to the grave I will not save... your world
The seemingly inoffensive song, "Deep In The Heart Of Texas," was banned by the BBC when it was released in 1942. They deemed the song too catchy, with authorities in wartime Britain concerned that factory workers would be distracted if they heard it during a shift.