SSG Songtext
von Minivan

My hands are tired
Filth contaminates
No hints
I′m trying
A napalm baked cake
My limbs grow number
Day by day
In this heat
I wither
Up and away

Shoelace untied
Armed crossing guard
And he shall face
The wrath of arthropod
Tonight we race
Relics we deface
Reflect your gaze
Escape the maze


Take
My
Money

My feet are frozen
This wasteland no place to play
Just past
No present
At least were awake
Honor resides
Tasks exemplified
The day will come
We are all undone

My hands are tired
Filth contaminates
No hints
Im trying
A napalm baked cake
My limbs grow number
Day by day
In this heat
I wither
Up and away


Take
My
Money

Remove that sense of freedom
And the need to convey your thoughts
My mind is slippin in and out these
Manic ways of thought
The thing that we said we'd do
And the things we said we aren′t

My mind its slippin in and out of these thoughts
I don't know why its my mind
Its these
Oh its these
Manic ways of thought

Remove that need the one that we all strive for
The things we say things we do they're my
Manic ways of thought

Oh baby please don′t do it to me that not who we are
Things we say
Things we do they′re my
Manic ways of thought

Oh pls dont take my money
I need that money to live I need that money to survive
Oh please don't take it
Oh sexy spider girl
Thats my money
I need to feed my kid
I need to feed my wife
Oh please don′t take my
Manic ways of thought

Take
My
Money