Two pieces of drama, the hammer's bout to fall. Two pieces of drama, there's gunplay in the hall. Make peace with your momma, the consequence is dire.
I know these rails we're on like I know my lady's smile,. We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile.. Can't begin to count the trips she and I have made,.
(willie dixon). . I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door. I got 29 ways to make it to my baby's door. But if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more.
4 - 2 - 0 - Kottonmouth Kings. Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep. First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have nice dreams. When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake.
Three horny devils on the late night creep. One, two, three horny devils. Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C.. Bass first, then comes the treble. Three horny devils on the late night creep.
Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep. First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have nice dreams. When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake.
Suburban life ain't what it seems. Suburban life the American dream. Suburban life so pretty and clean. Suburban life ain't what it seems. . The big A, little A, bouncin' B.
Keeping my eyes on the road I see you,. Keeping my hands on the wheel I hold you,. Ninety-nine miles from L.A.. I kiss you, I miss you,. Please be there..
Keeping my eyes on the road I see you,. Keeping my hands on the wheel I hold you,. Ninety-nine miles from L.A.. I kiss you, I miss you,. Please be there..
Second intermission, anticipation. You know the third act. Small talk drops out of the play. . You're standing in the lobby. Tightening your tourniquet.
Squint your eyes and look closer. I'm not between you and your ambition. I am a poster girl with no poster. I am thirty-two flavors and then some. And I'm beyond your peripheral vision.
You gotta have the right tools. For every job. So I invite myself in. Through a hole in the fence. I am tripping through the junkyard. Scanning over the piles.
When the joy had left your body. And you were locked in to your own thoughts. You used to love to sit by the water. And watch it lapping on the rocks.
Ricky was a young boy. He had a heart of stone. Lived nine to five and worked his fingers to the bone. . Just barely out of school. Came from the edge of town.
[CHORUS:]. here we go. leave it on the back burner. take it to the dry town. . I got the mean time slippin' down. the slide some uptight right wing,. political homicide, do what you want,.
Do you ever get the feeling that you'll never get ahead. Working for a slave wage and your social life is dead. Does it ever cross your mind, does your life feel incomplete.
Do you believe I would take such a thing with me. And give it to a police man?. I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that. If I did that would you say, "sir come down and put the charge on me"?.