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ZAE HITOP BATS

On the day that your mentality Decides to try to catch up with your biology Come round ... 'Cause I want the one I can't have And it's driving me mad It's all over, all over, all over my face On the day that your mentality Catches up with your biology I want the one I can't have And it's driving me mad It's all over, all over, all over my face A double bed And a stalwart lover for sure These are the riches of the poor A double bed And a stalwart lover for sure These are the riches of the poor And I want the one I can't have And it's driving me mad It's all over, all over my face A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails Raised on Prisoner's Aid He killed a policeman when he was Thirteen And somehow that really impressed Me And it's written all over my face Oh, these are the riches of the poor These are the riches of the poor I want the one I can't have And it's driving me mad It's written all over my face On the day that your mentality Catches up with your biology And if you ever need self-validation Just meet me in the alley by the Railway station It's all over my face Oh ...

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head And as I climb into an empty bed Oh well. Enough said. I know it's over - still I cling I don't know where else I can go Oh ... Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head See, the sea wants to take me The knife wants to slit me Do you think you can help me ? Sad veiled bride, please be happy Handsome groom, give her room Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly (Though she needs you More than she loves you) And I know it's over - still I cling I don't know where else I can go Over and over and over and over Over and over, la ... I know it's over And it never really began But in my heart it was so real And you even spoke to me, and said : "If you're so funny Then why are you on your own tonight ? And if you're so clever Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very entertaining Then why are you on your own tonight ? If you're so very good-looking Why do you sleep alone tonight ? I know ... 'Cause tonight is just like any other night That's why you're on your own tonight With your triumphs and your charms While they're in each other's arms..." It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes strength to be gentle and kind Over, over, over, over It's so easy to laugh It's so easy to hate It takes guts to be gentle and kind Over, over Love is Natural and Real But not for you, my love Not tonight, my love Love is Natural and Real But not for such as you and I, my love Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ... Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...

U fucking snitches!!!! You kids no nothing of honor your on 12 oz snitching about shit, not fucking cool!

Re: Dear ________, - no homo dear monkey i miss u with all my heart and dont know where we stand so i reacted the only way i know how i love you sadface

Trust me I know...............

That's not how it works kid, people will utilize the "homey" for thier own need

foohy nothin

ncll im talking to you. what does your statement even mean.. "your never getting out"

ur statement makes no sence

^^^^^^^^^^^^^ thank you

seriously just shut the fuck up. two letter throws are a major part of graffiti. if its not me, kato, or who ever, two letter throws are important dummy. i dont care what writer you like, pick one and i promise they have rocked two letter joints and well at that. like honestly u know nothing and just get off on this site and to topp it off u dont paint.........

thanks +russ you too disco

Re: Dear ________, - no homo dear u know who, im sorry for being an asshole. i was doing it just to be a an asshole. success, i know. honestly, i dont think that way, i have a homegirl in my life that proves that what i said was just garbage. shame on me foreal. hoping u let it go

shut up piz......fuck ur baseball bat that u dont have..

Piz I like ur rebutl and it's fine but Its really something ul regret nt doing. Il c u

Alright piz wrong anser

45th and sunnyside

Actually ncll I'm on 40th and Wallingford in 5 min so u either get to work or u get to me. Any questions?

Cus I said so. Piz ur lucky I haven't ended u as is so get to it now. I don't like ur cockyness so stop with ur inquisition.

On 45th street in Wallingford is a building with a quiznos/teriyaki king. I am promising anyone that goes full force on this place two cans of paint per writer that decides to destroy. It's not much but it's what I got right now..... Thank a ton city trust those that do it will get more later when I'm up

Re: Dear ________, - no homo Dear ______ I'm sorry for doubting u. Let me know :_(

god those fucking katos are just really rad looking..like really check it out in non photo form...ul see i promise...yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul I want to leave, you will not miss me I want to go down in musical history Frankly, Mr. Shankly, I'm a sickening wreck I've got the twenty-first century breathing down my neck I must move fast, you understand me I want to go down in celluloid history, Mr. Shankly Fame, fame, fatal fame It can play hideous tricks on the brain But still I'd rather be famous than righteous or holy Any day, any day, any day But sometimes I'd feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held It pays my way and it corrodes my soul Oh, I didn't realize that you wrote poetry I didn't realize you wrote such bloody awful poetry, Mr. Shankly Frankly, Mr. Shankly, since you ask You are a flatulent pain in the ass I do not mean to be so rude Still, I must speak frankly, Mr. Shankly Oh, give us your money

I dreaded sunny days*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** I dreaded sunny days*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** while Wilde is on mine*** So we go inside and we gravely read the stones*** all those people all those lives*** where are they now ?*** with loves, and hates*** and passions just like mine*** they were born*** and then they lived and then they died*** which seems so unfair*** and I want to cry*** You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn"*** and you claim these words as your own*** but I've read well, have heard them said*** a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)*** if you must write prose and poems*** the words you use should be your own*** don't plagiarise or take on "loan"*** there's always someone, somewhere*** with a big nose, who knows*** and who trips you up and laughs*** when you fall*** who'll trip you up and laugh*** when you fall*** You say: "ere long done do does did "*** words which could only be your own*** and then you produce the text*** from whence was ripped*** (some dizzy whore, 1804)*** I dreaded sunny days*** so let's go where we're happy*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** I dreaded sunny days*** so let's go where we're wanted*** so I meet you at the cemetery gates*** Keats and Yeats are on your side*** but you lose*** because Wilde is on mine