Pressures building up. Your skies about to burst. But I won't run inside. I want to quench my thirst. . Rain down on me. . I also love the sun. Need your heat on my skin.
Lady Luck, have we run amok?. tripped the snare with my rabbit foot?. Jumped for joy only to be employed. by our worst fear. . Lady Luck, have you given up?.
Will you tell me when your lines are fading?. Cos I can't see. I can't see no more. . Will you tell me when the song stops playing?. Cos I can't hear.
Suddenly youre shaken with pain. Shooting down inside you. And now youre crumbling away. But this isnt like you. It doesnt stop til it breaks down all you know.
Haca tanto que no me detena. A contemplarte que haba olvidado. Hasta la sensacin de disfrutarte. Pero hoy baj hasta el fondo de tu vientre. Hasta ah donde se vive de esperanza.
You coax the blues right out of the horn, Mame. You charm the husk right off of the corn, Mame. You've got the banjoes strummin'. And plunkin' out a tune to beat the band.
Take to the skies, build us a new heaven. Of worthless lies, from a new spokesperson. Anything for gold, you'll do anything for gold. You'll do anything you're told.
Trying to find his way through the city. Crawling through an alley on the floor by a door. Needing help with a feeling that hes had before. Never calling anyone feeling unloved saying goodbye.
It was down in a grove off Curlew Creek. Mr. Brown went out on her porch to sweep. Was the Sabbath Day, late July. The day Mrs. Brown was bound to die.
its feelin like a week. but it could have been an hour. could have been a minute. since i watched you go. i'm feeling incomplete. a little outta beat.
Well, I've done it every way they say it oughta be done. But if I can't be me, well, it ain't much fun. So I bowed out, said, "I gotta go. Gotta crank it on up, I got to free my soul.
Well, I've done it every way they say it oughta be done. But if I can't be me, well, it ain't much fun. So I bowed out, said, "I gotta go. Gotta crank it on up, I got to free my soul.
You got beef then go on and run on up, we ain't worried about nothin'. Half of y'all doin' nothin' but bluffin', you got beef then go on and run on up.
Left you, just you?. (Smoke screen in your shaky ground). . And I can rest my head. When I feel the need it's just I'm not around. So quit your crying and your complaining.
You don't know what we go through. So I'm singin' this song for you. . Ain't got no time to play around. It ain't about just hangin' out. I got so much more to do.
Everybody knows my business in this town. Lips are loose the whole way 'round. Where I go I leave a trail. Hell to Heaven don't never fail. Hell to Heaven don't never fail.