I'll carve a song out of notes of stone. My tune-cut will last generations long. And it will be one to remember me by. When I am dead and gone. . Empires may fall, and the maps might change.
On a river of sighs a boat came towards me. A flimsy disguise covered the devil. Who sang from a song sheet of how modern lifes a bore. . In his choirboy's attire.
(hey man) oh leave me alone you know. (hey man) oh henry, get off the phone, I gotta. (hey man) I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.
(Hey man). Oh, leave me alone, you know. (Hey man). Oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta. . (Hey man). I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick.
My baby said she don't want to see my face. She kicked me right on out of her place. Now I'm back with the band and my girl is long gone. She broke my heart bad so I wrote down this song.
Living off the friends we made, never ever getting paid. Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in self abuse. Loving ladies by the score, waking up and wanting more.
I was heading down the highway, she's going my way. She climbed in, the next thing I knew. We started laughing and smoking, we got to talking. Yeah, we'd both been hurt a time or two.
Don't matter what my name is. Don't matter what my skin is. Don't matter if I'm black or white. Don't matter if I'm wrong or...right. . Chorus. I guess I'm born to lose, ummmm.
Vietnam was '66. Two best friends take a bad hit. And never saw it come. But it's all there. One was a rich boy, a doctors son. The other the father of a girl age one.
Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make clear. Yeah I do, you don't see it coming, hear it coming. Acting like you know nothing. About that strange rumor going on around here.
We all carry the cross and speak what we're taught. Lies and money become the white man's god. We've burned all our bridges one too many times. The time has come now to draw the line.
M-m-mama's got a squeeze box. She wears on her chest. Daddy come home. He never get no rest. . 'Cause she's playing all night. And the music's alright.
Yo, bret--. Yes?. Give it to her!. . I like to make you scream. Be the one to wet your dream --? ? ? /. I talk dirty in your.... I tell you things that you would like to hear.
Yeah. . It takes two to tango. In the heat of the night. You're gonna give it in. No matter how you fight. . Hot nights pretty women. And a bottle of gin.
Well I see him on the TV. Preachin' 'bout the promised lands. He tells me to believe in Jesus. And steals the money from my hand. Some say he was a good man.
I'd like to put to rest the rumours. I'd like to put to bed the lies. I'd like to throw away the past. And show you how I feel inside. . Ooh, I'll be your taxi and your driver.
Drop the bass!. (do you like that? ). . Shipped out on of knees. Her old man thinks you're a social disease. Dog pissed on the floor left a stain. Your old lady's daddy driving you insane.
A small town girl with big time dreams. But nothing's ever as it seems. A mother waves her girl goodbye. Then slowly hangs her head and cries. . Hollywood hills and the big city lights.