Lyric Context Universe
'cause i won't have this conversation
for the hundredth time
don't ask why
'cause i won't have this conversation
for the hundredth time
don't ask why
till she's all dolled up and worthy of a black mercedes benz
but she climbs up in your chevy for the hundredth time again
ain't no doubt that you got lucky
till she's all dolled up and worthy of a black mercedes benz
but she climbs up in your chevy for the hundredth time again
ain't no doubt that you got lucky
lets say goodbye
the hundredth time
and then tomorrow we'll do it again
lets say goodbye
the hundredth time
and then tomorrow we'll do it again
hey
so for the hundredth time
smile for the camera
hey
so for the hundredth time
smile for the camera
because every song is a lie as soon as it's played twice
and by the hundredth time it's pathological
if i had any courage i would have quit a dozen states ago
because every song is a lie as soon as it's played twice
and by the hundredth time it's pathological
if i had any courage i would have quit a dozen states ago
close encounters of the strangest kind
i got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time
it didn't work out the way it was planned
close encounters of the strangest kind
i got the heebee-jeebes for the hundredth time
it didn't work out the way it was planned
peter cast his nets on the water
came back empty for the hundredth time
and a voice from the shore
peter cast his nets on the water
came back empty for the hundredth time
and a voice from the shore
they can steal our slice
for the hundredth time
judge us when we cry
they can steal our slice
for the hundredth time
judge us when we cry
the claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt
i've been met for the hundredth time. call the medic. this wounds meant to cripple! run!
the red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. he sat never once phased. while i'm open and spilling!
the claret river forms at my boots with a flash and rain of dirt
i've been met for the hundredth time. call the medic. this wounds meant to cripple! run!
the red crest on his head and a choice off his lips. he sat never once phased. while i'm open and spilling!
i fold from this game
after the hundredth time
this feeling's passed over me
i fold from this game
after the hundredth time
this feeling's passed over me
look
for the hundredth time i have had enough of my destructive mind
fuck it
look
for the hundredth time i have had enough of my destructive mind
fuck it