Brado Creamed Corn Sometimes You Love People
Sometimes you love people – more than you love yourself
Sometimes you kill people – more than you kill yourself
Homicide - suicide - let’s not work it out
Homicide – suicide – it’s my ticket out
Looking forward to death – each and every day
Looking forward to death – oh please show me the way
Homicide - suicide - let’s not work it out
Homicide – suicide – it’s my ticket out
Sometimes you love freedom – more than you love the lies
Sometimes you lose wisdom - between her lovely thighs
In time, everything - eventually dies
In time, everyone – is a whore for the flies
Look at all the lovely people
I can not wait to kill them all
I like to smell (the) flowers dying
I just can’t wait to end it all
Does anyone have the answers?
Sometimes a bullet solves it all
Does anyone have the cancers?
Just overdose with an eight-ball
Sometimes you love people – more than you love yourself
Sometimes you kill people – more than you kill yourself
Homicide - suicide - let’s not work it out
Homicide – suicide – it’s my ticket out