Belly Of The Swarm. Brandon Espinoza. . Crawling out of darkness. leaving behind weakness. coming in at ten miles high. devouring all in the way. . braking, branches off your family tree.
+Beautiful Teamsters. Beautiful Teamsters, please let me join.. Can't drive a truck, but I'm willing to loin.. Beautiful Teamsters, I love youse all..
+Barry Is The Baby's Name. We'll call him Barry, Barry.. That'll be the baby's name.. We thought of Lance or Josh,. But, oh, my gosh,. They're not the same..
Give us the enemy, the enemy, the enemy. We want the enemy, the enemy, the enemy. Give us the enemy, the enemy, the enemy. We want the enemy, the enemy, the enemy.
Shianne-. So, this bitch be hating on me.. Because me and my friends are so pretty.. These bitches reckon they can threaten me.. Well, they got another thing coming..
Beer!. I love drinking beer. Really good beer.. And all types of alcoholic beverages.. Beer!. I really like drinking beer!. Most beer is real good, except for when it's warm..
Pay attention my love 'cause it's over. At the tip of my tongue is the price you weren't willing to pay. Still this is something akin to a breakdown. And your impression of a woman supposed to be easy to see.
Run run run would you wear that black liner baby. . Run run run. Run run run. . I read your every entry. I read your secrets and didn't sleep. They say you'll never let me see your face.
Back where I belong. Back inside in the heart that was always true. While I was out there playing the fool, playing the fool. . I wasn't gone that long.
We talked about loss and the patterns of past. And the pieces of ourselves, we'd killed over time. We thought then of love and surrendered our eyes. And I looked for myself through your dissolving disguise.
You're a ghost in the snow now. And the light in my red mood. You flow across me in waves of. I hope to see you soon. . Your anchor drags behind me. I feel your imprint on my thumbs.
midnight air tumbles ocean thro my window. and from my bed im searching the stars,. quite aware through my stare I asked you in though. under sheets, slide your voice your guitars..
In the desert by myself i can. find the goodness in you again,. when the wind conducts an orchestra,. creosote, sand and juniper,. while Mrs. jones worries about.
The galaxy, no boundaries. My tiny eyes can never see. Human paradigm, that's asinine. With a broad mind I'm sure we'll find different realities. . Infinitely small, we think we can understand it.
My daddy left home when I was three,. And he didn't leave much to Ma and me.... Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,.
Hey dragged up my holly and I pull it to a town for the bigtime. Hey rig down the road I tore 'em down I'm a bigtime. I wheeled right in them swinging doors.
(Hey the truth might hurt so I'm tellin' you now that you better not ask me). Hey you better not ask me where I been all night. Why my eyes are shinin' and my spirit is flyin'.
Your mama's a whore. Your daddy's dead. She went and made you a hard road to tread. She'll never cheat her. She'll never lie. Alone at the gravesite. In a final goodbye.
You've been cryin', your face is a mess. Come in, baby, you can dry the tears on my dress. She's hurt you again, I can tell. Oh, I know that look so well.
(written by shelby lynne and bill botrell). . Black light blue. Heaven's perfect hue. The ultimate possession. The game you couldn't lose. The voice in the corner.