Look to history. . The politicians say theyre right. . And stoke the fire till the ash turns white. . They say survivals everything. But as for me I dont say a thing.
Red Sun, Red Sun over paradise.. Red Sun, Red Sun over paradise.. . Golden rays of the glorious sunshine,. Sending down such a blood-red light.. Now the animals slowly retreat to the shadows,.
She wakes up some days life is cruel. She's on a chain gang sittin' in a typin' pool. And her brain feels all dragged down. . The gossip flies, the coffee's stale.
come on let do it HA Ha Ha let do i come on lets it do it. yeah. O yeah when i walk in the club all eyes on me. The girls loves us when Lil jamie come on.
We were going through the motions. You know I need you tonight. Yesterday is over, I got the red eyes. And you are my sight. . Hi, hi, give me a chance.
This river's running deeper. Water's cold as ice. This river's running deeper. Water's cold as ice. While we ricocheted from doorways. And rolled the liar's dice.
Looking out upon this endless day. Just got better now I must get well. Sometimes I think I'll never see. A whole wide world in front of me. There's always one more soul to sell.
Meet me down by the jetty landing. Where the pontoons bump and spray. All the others reading standing. As the Manly ferry cuts it's way to Circular Quay.
Featuring corey taylor of slipknot. Lyrics written by corey taylor/mikey doling/tumor fahnestock. Music writen by mikey doling/tumor fahnestock. Produced by mikey doling/tumor fahnestock and jim wirt.
Featuring mark mcgrath of sugar ray &. Featuring whitfield crane of medication. Lyrics written by mark mcgrath/whifield crane/. Tumor fahnestock/stan frasier/mikey doling.
Five-hundred channels and there ain't much on tonight. Except reality shows about some folk's so-called lives. A pretty girl cries 'cause she don't get a rose.
Standin' in the middle of a Roman street. Marble dust all over my feet. Bearded masses at the gates. Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late. . Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay.
Ruby said you getting us in a world of hurt. Down below the Mason-Dumbass line the food gets worse. I can't go back to Tennessee. That NASCAR country's not for me.
ride the blue wind high and free. she'll lead you down to misery. leave you low come time to go. alone and low as low can be. . if I had a nickle I'd find a game.
She gets a little restless in the spring. She might follow the lines you sing. Bullshit though they are. Cause sometimes thats just the thing. If delivered with panache and a certain graceFingertips on satin lace.
Remember when we'd get together. Burn the candle don't you know. Smoke and drink and live forever. No on e there to tell us no. This time I'm gonna kill that bastard.