Ya Life Is Just A Mystery. A Search For Something True. You Can Lead It Through The. Swamps Of Hell. Or Go Sailing On The Blue. . When You Get Close To What You Want.
Mama gave her camera to her little star. All she gets is pictures of hotels & bars. No Big Ben, No Statue of Liberty. . Loose women and one-night stands.
When it hits me that she's gone. I think I'll run for President. Get my face put on the million dollar bill. So when these rich men that she wants. Show her ways they can take care of her.
Stay hydrated from a double shot,. get my nourishment from a punch in the gut,. never really felt i had the best o' luck,. i got a big big mouth it just a won't shut up..
You get me out of trouble. As much as you could stand and I don't blame you. If he lies in your bed. And puts lies in your head. If he interrupts a feeling.
Written by: Micky Braun. . Started out with her leaving, she said she wasnt coming back. It left my heart sorely grieving , just how do you deal with that.
Written by: Willy Braun. . Through the windshield tinted blue. I see the sun is going down, and Im alone again. Its funny how life seems so real. When all I think about is loneliness in this state Im in.
When I called you tonight - said it's such a lovely evening. Won't ya let me drop by, take you for a stroll beneath the bright moonlight, hand in hand, you and me?.
My dick cost a late night fee. Your dick got the HIV. My dick plays on the double feature screen. Your dick went straight to DVD. . My dick bigger than a bridge.
Who that dude sleepin' with ya girlfriend?. Gettin' nude and rude in your bed. Same dude that your sister like. Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right. . Who that man in a black Sedan?.
Well, I'm admitting I was drifting. When I came into your harbor. But I feel my spirits lifting. Like a wind just off the starboard bow. . Now, I know I swore I would love no more.
Memories of East Texas. And those piney green, rolling hills. Covered in the springtime. With golden daffodils. . Rowing on Sandy lake come April. Harvesting hay in June.
When I wake, when I sleep. I hear whispers that seek to reach me. My constant One. When I dance, when I weep. When I run, You are with me. . Everyday, every night.
All the while. You were traveling all around the world. There was I. It was a pleasure to see your peaceful smile. The beginning of a tender dream. Some things really are what they seem.
Upshur County's drier than an empty bottle. Since the Mormon's come to town. And to run out of beer means a run to Gladewater. Highway 79 thirty miles on down.
Your love is like sunshine. Through my window. Throwing me a life line. Showing me the way. Your love is like a new dawn. After the night time. Simple words can not describe.
when I was a kid I thought my daddy was the Marlboro man. he would pick me up in his chevy truck to spend Friday nights with him. he was cool and quiet like Clint Eastwood.
I'm so surprised my head's still wrapping 'round what you confessed. You could have knocked me down, your words threw fists. On your way out you blew a kiss.
So I'm just sitting in the van. Waiting for my friends to come. So I can play them all a song. That hasn't any words. And I've got nothing left to do.
[Verse 1]. Be a part of an institution. Lead the way in a revoloution. Wear a wig and a permanent smile. Be a part of a celebration. Make the plans or the cancelleation.