It used to be red wine there in room 3-2-9. Over the river where we weren't well-known. Now it's two coffees then off to the office. Then back in the driveway and sittin' at home.
I'm not a wealthy man, don't pay for my suntan. I work out in the heat and the cold. Sometimes I'd like to be the big, bad wolf. 'Stead of just another sheep in the fold.
I'm out here stranded on this Oklahoma Road. Nothing but a broken truck, heat and dust and a million high line poles. If only I could tap the line I'd be just fine.
You knew when you first met me. I was a good time kind of guy. You wanted me to change my ways. I told you that I'd try. . Well I've gone from wild and crazy.
Buddy give me a bottle I'm gonna drink it dry. Then I'll it back up with the tears I cry. Gonna stay in this barroom all night till dawn. Cause all she'd left me when she left was alone.
(. /. . ). : " ,. , ;. ,. ".. ,. ,. , , ,. , , , !. : ". ;. ,. ".. , ,. , ,. , , ,. , , , !. , ,. , , ,. . , .. ,. ,. , , ,. , !.
(. / . ). , ,. , !. , , !. , , !. , !. , ,. .. , .. , .. , !. , !. .. , , !. , , !. , !.
( " "). ,. .... ,. .... ,. . - ,. .. . .. ,. .. ,. ,. ,. .. . ,. . .. ,. , .. . ..
1. Strophe. Du willst sie leiden sehen. Ich sag dir, lass sie gehen. Sie hat dir vertraut. Und du hast sie missbraucht. . Warum hast du das gemacht. Du hast die Wut in mir entfacht.
1. Strophe. Ich sitze hier allein. Und ich denke nach. In meinem Kopf schwirrst du herum. Sag' mir warum. . Ich frage mich immer. Immer wieder wo du bist.
Spend a day trying to sum it up with one quotation. Spend a lifetime as a model of the phrase. Modern man automated to withhold our thoughts with hesitation.
YEAH, THEY GOT IT PRETTY GOOD. FIND AN ANGLE AND ATTACK, MAN, MAGE IS EVERYTHING?. MAKE M BUY IT LIKE THEY SHOULD. SPEND SOME MONEY ON A WHIM JUST LIKE LITTLE GOOD AMERICANS.
SO TIRED OF LOOKING AT THE FRONT PAGE,. WATCHING ACTORS ON THE NEWS.. AND I CAN STAND THIS ANYMORE, THIS CULTURE BECOME DEFORMED.. JUST LIKE A CHILD WITH A TOOTHACHE.
Is it right, left, right. I forgot how it goes again. There goes my head again. Drowing all its discipline. I could stand and stare you down. If I got off the ground.
IN EVERY SINGLE WAY THIS CULTURE REEKS LIKE SHIT. FORCE FED ENOUGH EVERY DAY, ENOUGH TO CHOKE ON IT. YOU KNOW YOU'VE GOT NO VOICE AND EVERY TIME YOU'LL LOSE.
Dilba. If the world would go crazy and. play its funny game with me. Your arm would be the one. and only. The only thing to rescue me. In your darkest hour, only you.
been thrown into the part. and dont know where to start. it takes a while to learn your lines by heart. . and suddenly I see. my part was meant to be.
in love with myself that night. trying to forget/forgive. blinded by the bright white light. times up, place a bet. I said what I said. it made sense in my head.