Well the sun don't shine*. On a moonshine still. Copper line hiding in the side of a hill. It'll get you there. It'll get you there quicker. Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor.
Late one night behind corn whiskey*. I fell asleep with a guitar in my hand. I dreamed about the ghosts of Mississippi. And the blues came walkin' in like a man.
The sun is tough. The ground is dry. Your blood is thick. Your skin in worn. You look behind. Your home has gone. What is this pilgrimage you're on?. Greed.
Got to get back to the telephone. Make some money from a complete unknown. I know everything that Ive got to say. I know cause Im a good businessman. .
We went to school wrapped up in cotton wool. Dreaming bout the day Id leave. I couldn't wait to get out, I couldn't wait to lay it out. All of those bad memories.
(Egan). . Nothing is lost and nothing's gained,. It's the same old situation again,. No, I can't give or take anymore.. . Gets so lonely there's really nothing left to say,.
Let's get this story straight. I'm not the same old kid you used to hate. I've grown up, I've moved on, it's true. But I couldn't seem to get away from you.
is this the end of all discretion. has turning in left us tuning out. and so this special song. goes to my first all. the ocean avenue, yeah. . and this winter will set aside our feelings.
If she's guilty so am I. If she's forgotten how to cry. If she gets lonely don't know why. If she's guilty so am I. . If she's changed I'll take the blame.
The old home town looks the same. As I step down from the train. And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. . Down the road I look and there runs Mary.
The longer I know her the more I can tell. My darling's not happy with me. The longer I know that I know her too well. The less love in her eyes I see.
I got. Fat knees. >From crawling so fast. I got. Sore lips. >From kissin' your ass. I know. I don't want. Anymore part of you. I got. Brain pain. You make me so mad.
Pitch slap, deep space, techno echo. And gate and filter the thoughts. Short break, electric scramble. Take what you thought was yours. . Tribal Bible, punching metal.
Freak out, don't you take the cop out. Chain reactor touch down. Take a drum and tie it down. . Grinder, pour it in and grind in. Put it through the grater.
One two three four. . I was feeling sick, losing my mind. Heard about these treatments from a friend of mine. He was always happy, smile on his face. Said he had a great time at this place.
Get to the gone. Under the gun. Drop in, drop out. Get to the gone. . Get to the gone, it's just the way you wanna be. Under the gun, it's just the way to be.
On the one they'll catch ya. If you skirt disaster. On the day they told her. But she wannna stay, stay. . And all the ones that saw ya. Witnesses of Goya.
Heard you sold your friend. Got a good price at the local store. You know he could've turned you in. Could have been you on the concrete floor. . Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news.
It was a ruff night, turned into years in an unknown land. Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suites on hand. We had a hard time but we tried to understand.
Oh, when you left home and moved to Ohio. The summer had come to an end. My best friend goes, I try to follow. Running as you disappear. . Stay, you know how bad this hurts.