Artist/Band:
Blink 182
Lyrics for Song: Voyeur
Lyrics for Album: The Mark Tom And Travis Show
And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow
the lonely guy I am, I like to watch her change
I've been here two days, I'll sure be here tomorrow
I'd eat her out if she were on my dinner plate
(And I wish)
I wish she'd be more kind now
I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down
I've seen everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home
I can't be too cool in a tree with my pants down
the air is cold and I've got splinters in my feet
she caught me once, but I don't think that she cares now
unlike before, her view is now blocked by a leaf
(And I wish)
I wish she'd be more kind now
I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down
I've seen everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home
I bet this last time's the one time too many (na na na)
the rush of waiting is burning through my head (na na na)
right after supper her brother shower's twice a week (na na na)
he kicks my ass so much, that fucking white inbred (na na na)
I've made mistakes by looking in the wrong window
her dad is big and I've never seen his face
I've been here two days, and I'll sure be here tomorrow
my lady's so sweet, she likes to entertain
(And I wish)
I wish she'd be more kind now
I'm out of luck 'cause the shades are pulled down
I've seen everything there is to be shown
I followed her all the way home
I bet this last time's the one time too many (na na na)
The rush of waiting is burning through my head (na na na)
Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week (na na na)
He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred (na na na)
(Mark: Hang on... hang on...
Tom: Hey, uh...
Mark: The song's not quite over yet, but...
Tom: The song's not done, we have to prepare for the bass guitar
solo. How ya doin?
Mark: I need oxygen to the stage please!
Tom: You need...
Mark: Oxygen and oral sex to the stage please.
Tom: And maybe some of those male chromosomes. To the stage.
Mark: Here's where I do the big bass solo people. Give it up
for me! Thank you.
Tom: Shh, here it comes, here it comes!)
(1, 2, 3, 4!)
------------
Tom: I want all you kids to know... that I'm going to think of
every single one of you tonight when I'm all alone inside my bunk.
Starting with you! I'm starting with you.
Mark: Hey, this next song, is for anybody that knew us before Enema
of the state. And it goes like this.
|
