Oh, I'm just a country boy. I've got sand all in my shoes. I've got tuck in the big city. Got to sing the big city blues, city blues. . I was standing on the corner of Bleeker and McDougall.
Trying to rise the water. It was a love that filled the sea. Dreamt it kept on rising. A haunted love was she. . Dreamt of raging fires. Swept around the bend.
What are your friends other than. Just some people youve known?. Theres all this weight on history. But what the hell has it shown?. . What are these words that we share?.
Stepping off the ledge. She looks at me and says. Hey Tommy can I spend the night. And wake up in your eyes. . Of course you can, timidly answered,. But beware I can't promise much.
"Stop!........ The law has been broken!. He who breaks the law, shall be punished!. Back to the House Of Pain!". "Back to the House Of Pain!".
"He who breaks the Law goes back to the House of Pain!". "He who breaks the Law goes back to the House of Pain!".
Step to this Irish mac daddy. I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag. With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride. Little did you know you on the wrong side, son.
Jah is coming, we've got to know that,. It was told in the Bible by so many prophets yeah.. Said, I'd like to see, like no what did so. No better in seas is gonna take our head down.
Step to this Irish mac daddy. I'll light your ass up and smoke you like a fag. With the whole crew we'll take you for a long ride. Little did you know you on the wrong side, son.
Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers. . I say hey now c'mon y'all. If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall. Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose.
Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers. . I say hey now c'mon y'all. If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall. Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose.
Mother fuckers. I move to break your ass with my gun. Gimmie some, I want all your cash. . And get those hands in the air. And don't stare. And don't compare your gangster ass.
Read about a trip in a magazine. And it was (?) strange. And I thought that I might take a train. You hit the liver, not the brain. Just tryin' to be myself.
Shine it on, Shine it on,. We can still get home.. Everybody pull the curtains to the window of your soul. . Shine it on, Shine it on,. We can still get home..
I've worked for so long. With the weakest of hands on the coldest of shores. The wind and the rain fill me with doubt. But You've never been wrong before.
A house and a wife and two and a half,. I lost my dream in the comfort trap.. I told my God his will could wait,. I've got one foot in a rich man's grave,.
Maybe you'll see me on the evening news. Maybe you'll see me with a bag over my head. If that's the case then I've met my doom. If that's the case then my comrades are dead.
Cocaine and cigarettes. Gets me through the day. It seems like the only way. Take me to the closest bar. Buy me a shot. The strongest shot you got. . Point me in the direction.
Lead me around like you were my shepherd. take me for a drive in your fast machine. bring me to town where the bright lights gleam. just for me. . it's never been quite right.
Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart.. One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls.. It's like you've run out on yourself..