Luyện nghe bài hát Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (decrepit Bricks)

I walk on bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better
Motivation comes and like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected

That's my
Post, please leave me alone, just my rude attitude
No flip side, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again but then

I'm mommy's little angel
But that on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs doubles

I'm on my way to the store ignoring the
To purchase a pack of Marb' Reds with a stack of rolled
I could go for Denny's and my holds plenty
But my pocket's got holes, I guess the is to stay empty

Quite simply put me and my pockets share
I'll never in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress twice
I learned my the first time
I couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision
With seven shades and tones, plus I breath artistic

They eating everything I'm feeding
Put in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results are my children, we the same genes
Cast the same and interpret the same dreams

Like whoa, whoa, like whoa, like whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no
like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel
Content with the fact that I know this city's

And at night, I roam these streets absolutely no purpose
like I'm worthless
But to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the that I know this city's mine

I walk dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to around and walk back, that's fine and dandy
But what's whack is the fact, I'm walking
Like, "Thank God for Walkmans"

I'm only yawning 'cause simple minded mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I to T.V.
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb with lackluster images
And insignificant information like, "Willis was Todd Bridges"

Just to have the upper hand in monotonous
And for of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional with gloomy faces
Rockin' "Don't Worry, Be Happy"
And assuming I'm tasteless

You it but your babies will embrace it
The basic of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans and on decrepit bricks
With a permanent of headphones
to make these lectures stick

I'll let them protesters picket like they are make a difference
And watch them die before realize
their cause was nonexistent
Like their was nonexistent

And at night, I these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel
Content with the fact that I know this city's

And at night, I roam these streets with no purpose
Feeling I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content with the fact that I know this mine

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single
Reminiscent of that we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my turned paraplegic
Plus I my Civil Service exam, they said I cheated

Not to mention urine samples
And the attention of a second-grader
More fascinated building blocks than wasting time
Stressing his daily lesson, hence the

I've been gone with the wind like lottery tickets since day one
And stepped on the left 'cause right's
So what do I do? I resort to friendly of ping pong
And sing a in "Sixpence", I'm "None the Richer"
I kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

And at night, I roam streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I these streets with absolutely no purpose
like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I fine
Content with the fact that I know city's mine