13Th - Screwball

You are walking with your heartbeat in your hands You got something to confess but she just wants to dance The lights are blue now and the floor is wet You got your finger round your 13th cigarette Outside, the storm's coming down Inside, you're spinning around For her, you would do it all But not everything should be done For her, you would lose it all And happily be on the run Desperation, desperation For her, you have sacrificed It doesn't look good on you, son It doesn't look good on you, son You were fallen for a guy in every band They were making you do things you didn't understand You tried talking to your mom but she is deaf Got your finger round your 13th cigarette Outside, the storm's coming near Inside, a taste of your tears For him, you would do it all But not everything should be done For him, you would lose it all And happily be on the run Desperation, desperation For him, you have sacrificed Was it supposed to be fun? Was it supposed to be fun? For you, I would do it all But not everything should be done For you, I could lose it all And happily be on the run And happily be on the run

Yea we doing this shit. Friday the 13th in this mother fucker, what's good man? Bust a mother fucker's head open with a lead pipe Rob a mother fucker at a red light Bitch, if you dead wrong then that means I'm dead, right? Shining like a light in the night full of fright Head full of lead Told that bitch put them meds in your Keds because them Feds be inspecting my bread Them docs be inspecting my head Told me there's nothing but cobwebs and lead I'm a psycho up under your bed Creeping and crawling I'm stalking the sleeping My target has weakened I'm seeking a carcass to sleep in, wearing its bones around my neck Hop in the deep end Heart never beating Scythe in my hand, bitch, I sow what I'm reaping Slaughter the sheep and I drain out the blood Fill up my cup, yeah I'm sipping the flood Tell ya bitch pick her lip up She look again then she getting fucked Ten feet of that sticky stick Riding round with my new bitch It's that mystic prince on that Triple 6 Sitting back with my crucifix Put that hoe face in a pillow, I'm that scarecrow in your window Ain't no witness in the dark Body parts and eating hearts Robbers, killers, cocaine dealers Leave these fuck boys shaking looking in the face of Satan Sold my soul, fuck the cost Robbing these bitches and making my riches Bitch, I swallow crucifixes, Ahhh! Damn son, where'd ya find this?

Will you becoming when the War call comes Will you be coming when the War call comes Will you becoming when the War call comes Will you becoming when the War call comes Spread your wings and fly The future ours Be masters of your own domain In the 13th Hour Give peace a holiday and time to grow Give peace a holiday and time to grow Give us just a little more time Give us just a little more time Give us just a little more time Give us just a little more time Number 13 give a man his dream Number 13 give a man his dream Number 13 give a man his dream Number 13 give a man his dream Let life bloom and Blossom like a flower In the 13th hour On go the hands of Jawaaaaa Till the 13th hour Give peace a holiday and time to grow Give peace a holiday and time to grow Give us just a little more time Give us just a little more time Give us just a little more time