My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch I know
In the factory that you call your mind
Graveyard thoughts of stone
A master thief I wouldn't enter there
You've nothing I would care to own, so help me
You're pretending that you got it made
You know I know you know no truth
You're still serving cookies and kool-aid
You're so proper and so cute
My pocket don't drive me fast
My mother treats me slow
My statue's got a concrete heart
But you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me
| 1 | Forget It |
| 2 | Sandrevan Lullaby - Lifestyles |
| 3 | I Think Of You |
| 4 | Crucify Your Mind |
| 5 | Hate Street Dialogue |
| 6 | Inner City Blues |
| 7 | I Wonder |
| 8 | Jane S. Piddy |
| 9 | Silver Words? |
| 10 | To Whom It May Concern |