You're not quite sure what time it was. You didn't know quite what you've done. All you know is you've got a gun. You gotta get out, get out. . She called you in a rush.
I'm down and out now. sittin' in a stupid chair. seems that I've been swappin' crap for years. . Just a little noddy. chewin' on my bread. Little scmoozy-woozy want you dead.
Another blow out night and I think I'm gonna hit the decks. I'm crashin' thru the streets now feelin' like rejected checks. I'm bailin' outta this one like a million times before.
I'm packin' and I'm bad and I'm a rock machine. Joke crackin' and you're had - know what I mean. . I got loose and I'm gettin' it. Gotta schmooze without wettin' it.
[Chorus: ]. Grandmother. I know you've seen it all. Grandmother. I know you've seen it all. . I ain't nothing like the taste. Of a sweet, sweet blueberry pie.
I don't care what you do. I only care about you. And I don't care what you say. Are you coming my way?. . And I don't care what your mama say. And I don't care what your papa say.
gimme some lovin early in the morning. i just woke up with this appetite. come on, give me love in the morning light. . gimme some lovin early in the morning.
Way down south in Georgia. Close to Augusta GA. Down where the peach trees grow. Where Elvis Presley used to stay. On the Friday night. When the sun was low.
I'm your garbage man. Coming down the street. Kick your can, kick your can. Better get your butt down on the curb. And say hey to me. I'm by the liquor store.
Hallelujah!. the sun is in my eyes, on my face.. The air is hot with heaviness,. and weighted and waiting for something to unfold.. Hallelujah!. the sun is on our backs at last..
Drove home to that achingly long song:. The one that moves so slow,. it makes you wonder if you're ever going to hear the next note. the way that feet moved slow through Denver December snow,.
Good morning, hospital. We've got a situation here. I'm in the belly of a whale. And haven't seen the sun for days. I'm cut and paste inside this tune.
Land of thieves offering a place to rest. Slow Chorale is a miracle inside her now. Some hope that she was pushing out. She sinks to the ground. Speak out the truth and I'll bury you.
Hey fuckhead weekend party jock. You're just a piece of shit that talks. Hey rich sorority goldie locks. Out getting raped or suckin cock. Hey high school homie gangster snot.
I dont wanne fall like soldiers. Dont wanne be something in the news. I wanne play like careless children. Like I used to do with you. . I wanne sleep beneath the willows.
Galveston, oh Galveston. I still hear your sea winds blowing. I still see her dark eyes glowing. She was 21. When I left Galveston. . Galveston, oh Galveston.
Galveston, oh Galveston. I still hear your sea winds blowing. I still see her dark eyes glowing. She was 21. When I left Galveston. . Galveston, oh Galveston.
If he wants to fight you. At the school gates. Half past four grab your bag. Don't you be late, oh. . If he wants to hit you. Hit you in the face. If he wants to hurt you.
When your sparkle evades your soul. I'll be at your side to console. When you're standing on the window ledge. I'll talk you back, back from the edge.
It's 2:00 a.m. and I'm incapable again. Another face that I don't know. I need to breathe, I need to feel. But in the end I can never let it show. . I believe you've heard it all before.