Check this out. All right its goin' down like this right here. You push you pay. Know what I'm sayin'? Everythin' counts, the trips you pay double. Keep your back straight and count them out loud.
He smiles she bats her eyes. Kind word and walks on by. But he don't know how it goes. And he won't be fresh no more. . She runs and tells her lies. Hot headed husband he dont like no wanderin eyes.
these were his last words to a cursed world:. ...now let that red sword of virtue stich right through my heart...my blood shall flow to the sinful grounds and may my wounds never bleed dry....
(Heavy mixing through-out). Next to step up.. All the fuckers that know who's the best, know me. Alotta liars are telling a lie 'cause they know it'll destroy or self destruct..
Motherfuckers caught me slippin, I hate that bull shit. Dayton for life, gangsta love. I gotta go back there, I get back, fuck that punk shit. . [shoestring].
It doesn't matter. I've got a library. I've got a swimmimg pool. I drive the Lamborghini. Dad drives the Cadillac. Mom's got an MG. I don't have a job.
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.
He bought her a flower at the fair. 1927 Kansas City. Said he liked the color of her hair. Then he walked her home and told her she was pretty. . Then they spent a little while.
12-12-84. Ten o'clock at night. Funny how you can remember. Certain moments in your life. . I wish, I could go back. To take back the words I said. Though it's been years since that night.
The pocket is torn from the years it's spent catching. The car keys and the spare change. You can tell it's been worn from the tears in the stitching.
I keep the radio on most all night long listen to the songs they play. Sometimes I hum tap along with my thumb listen to the words they say. And I have to admit those yesterday hits take me back a year or two.
In fair silver city on the blind side of fate. I grew up to manhood on the narrow and straight. But prideful i stumbeled, and foolish i fell. In the silken fine trammels of a cruel yankee belle.
236-6132 is the number of my love. Even though it's been some time since he made fair to answer. 'Cause he feints and fades from view like a fighter ducks a glove.
Dave Alvin/Chris Gaffney. (Blue Horn Toad Music, BMI/Calhoun Street Music/Ensaga Songs, BMI, Administered by Bug Music). . Johnny gave Joe his first cigarette.
written, arranged, composed & produced by Felix J. Gauder & Olaf Roberto Bossi. Submitted: Philipp Widmer aka PeeWee. 1100101 heisst ich liebe Dich. ich mchte bei Dir sein.
(violent j). . then they wanted to know if i would trade 10 juggalos for 100 mainstream fans and i said i would trade 10 juggalos for 100,000 mainstream fans, 10 juggalos are priceless.
Hes still Good, good. Hes still good. After all that I have been through. Hes still good. . I still have joy, joy. I still have joy. After all that I have been through.