written by Don Chaffer. June 1998 (Possum Kingdom Lake, TX). . Will You find me in the valley. I'm afraid I've lost my way. I was up there on the mountain.
I have seen this part of the street. So many times from your window. And it never felt that cold. Yeah, never felt that cold. . The people walking down this street.
How come everybody keeps moving but me. How come nobody can see what I see. Its not fair man, they cant leave. Didnt get a chance to feel my disease. .
sow the seeds in our hearts. that will flower into evil. the beauty that cannot be touched. nor attained. and. that is its purpose. to create want where there is no need. fleeing our own gardens in pursuit of a single.
Je reste l mes nerfs en stand-by, ce n'est pas marrant aprs tout, ce n'est pas marrant. Je pense que je n'ai pas tout saisi ou ai-je mal entendu. Ca doit tre une erreur quand vous dites que je vais y passer.
Pay no attention. To the blood on his hands. He just had to break a few backs. To get where he's at. . Greed, take what you need. While you can. . You got a free ride.
Father he raised us in the grace of God. A Jeep Wagoneer and bluegrass songs. Oh he showed us all the things a proper father would. And even more than the best of fathers do.
I drove around this town. It looks the same as 1998. When everyday we drove around this town. Trying to find our way. . How did the lights start setting on my dear?.
We can live our own lives; fuck authority!. What is wrong we'll decide; fuck authority!. You need not to fight; fuck authority!. Stand up for your rights; fuck authority!.
You can be what you want to, don't have to listen to no one. Stand up for what you believe in, you are no man's slave. Start thinking on your own, just do what you want.
Yas, yas, yas. . Flyin' Crow, leave Port Arthur. Come to Shreveport to change her crew. Flyin' Crow leave, Port Arthur. Come to Shreveport to change her crew.
WHO - THE - FUCK - ARE - YOU?. You say it's your scene. There's no fuckin way. You think your big shit. We've had enough of it. All I hear is how long.
I found it years ago. Trying to find it again. But if I fail, I wont let it be the end. I hear people say they have no faith in me. Drink their alcohol smoke that dust.
I was just 17, life was coming down hard on me. Friends dying, peer pressure rising. I didn't know what would become of me. Life in high school, it didn't seem to mean shit to me at all.
From the east of my brain. it settles in the west of my mind. the patterns of hate. so easy to find. the curse of slander. the curse of terrorist doom.
All my life - in my dreams - i feel the pain. all my life - in my dreams - i feel the pain. it's in your schools - in your system - in your society. and it's something that i can't forget.
Jesus freak comin; after you.. Can't stop now gonna see it through.. Gospel gun on the devil's head.. Scare ya' so bad make ya' wet your bed.. . Sick of your lies so watch your back..
Playing wild, the dying children. From the gutter they spawn. A life created of indignation. Pride and seeker pause. Pig city, oil creation. Over sex-dosed the junk machine crawls.