The King Charles Era

The King Charles Era
New sound, new style, still the same loser.

Topanga's Stranger 0fficial lyrics


The pizzling punk.
AKA... Nic-at-Night
AKA... Nick-at-Night

(lighter runs out)
Fuckin lighter...!

(Verse 1)
I look in the face of fear. Smell it's grace. Taste it. Chase it with beer. Tell my face that I can use a steak right here... was it a mistake of an idea to put my appetite on the plate and let it get scratched? Cut up? Regardless, "Truffle Butter", to whoever's up with such. Have a feast, indeed. In fact, I don't need to sleep. The fact is when I take a nap, I need this piece. Of mind. My mind, indeed in grief. Eaten by my brain. My brain is alive.  My brain eats alive what I may be saying. Including how beautiful I am. And as I stand in front of two beautifuls...

(Hook)
You make me come alive.
You make me wanna die.
You make me run and hide.
You make me wanna cry.
I hate to admit, but with you, 

what is life?


(Verse 2)
A conundrum. Making me vacant for someone. The vacancy hating The Sun as it comes. The Morning rising Grand. Grand piano rises and lands on my spine and hands. I jam again. They can't stand when Hamilton is on Tan, but Tan in the hand as I hold in the phlem. Releasing it. Ejaculation. Pregnancy. The recent. Regency Theatre. Regent tests. Regions needed to be tested with what you hear. "Theater of the Mind", but my sense of humor isn't useless, is it? It keeps you going like "exquisite". ExplicitSophisticated when I...

(Hook)
You make me come alive.
You make me wanna die.
You make me run and hide.
You make me wanna cry.
I hate to admit, but with you, 

what is life?


(Verse 3)
At the bottom of the question. Like a mark. I see the name at the end. I see the name is in possession of the end, and I'm famous. Lesson. Question myself and interest me, or be the interest of who feels the most. I hope you felt. I hope you feel the kind of juice that I'm willing to taste... (purple devil emoji) Open it up. Like a wound of a belt when you get hit in the face. And need a reply. Either you don't and live or die and then live to die. Or, live a lie then get surprised when the victimized nature of you is why you hate to love you. Because you're GOOD! And... you're so fuckin' misunderstood.

(Hook)
You make me come alive.
You make me wanna die.
You make me run and hide.
You make me wanna cry.
I hate to admit, but with you, 

what is life?









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Out!


[wouldn't love to see the world thru his eyes?]

FreshOffThePresses

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