[Arrangement: KF Words: Tradional]. . Last night as I lay dreaming. of pleasant days gone by,. Me mind been bent on rambling,. to Ireland I did fly,. I stepped on board a vision.
Some say the devil is dead, the devil is dead, the devil is dead. Some say the devil is dead, and buried in Killarney. More say he rose again, more say he rose again.
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown. Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown. Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown.
You know it's time to get 'em on. No doubt about it we gettin' scummie. You know we get 'em up early but we got 'em scummie. . You know it's time to get 'em on.
From the south a shadow will rise,. With blackened soul and an evil eye.. He will bring his terror to the land,. Those who oppose shall fall by his hand..
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair. I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle. To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down. I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle.
No way back. I've gone too far. He is on his way. Give up my hope. No resist. His whispers are so close. . Shut my eyes and forget the light inside. Dark desires and wishes of demon-might.
Breathless, I stand here to kill. Oblivion waits on my command. Merciless, abandon your faith. You've reached the final descent. . Blacken my soul. Forget the woes of peace.
Oh I can't carry you no longer. Pick up your feet put your back to the wind and face the daylight and all. of our sins. I know that I've carried you farther.
Sweet Teresa lay your eyes upon my face. Oh Sweet Teresa lay your hands upon my skin. Why don't you open up your love door Sweet Teresa let me in. Sweet Teresa you brighten up my darkest day.
I go downtown. Lay by the railroad tracks. I'm gonna go downtown. Lay down by the railroad tracks. You see I don't want nothin'. Since my baby, she ain't comin' back.
Same old story. Same old town. Same old me. Same old hangin' around. Same old people. And the same old cars. Same old lines. And the same old bars. . If I were you, I'd turn around and run.
Rosie cooks with love 5 bucks a plate. and she'll cook for if you. if don't show up to late. 'cuz when you're feelin' low down. as empty as a hole. go to rosie's cafe, she'll nourish your soul.
Smoke another cigarette. Drink some more booze. Check, check, check, a hey, hey want to. I've got a ringin' in my ear and I'm going deaf. You got a keep on keepin' on til there's nothin' left.
I use to get stoned on my sisters record collection. Gold and platinum on vinyl was the closest thing to perfection. Rock & roll, acoustic guitar. Not even comfortable with who you are.
Got your bag on your shoulder,. Never thought once about thinkin' it over.. Feel like you're the only one,. Who's ever been in a bad situation.. Now you need to take yourself a little vacation,.
When it started we were both the same. But then they took control. Like we were just a game. I didnt know they were going to take you, from me. And now theres one thing I can be.
Mark Heimermann and Phil Madeira. Just beneath the rafters. In a church of stone. Laid a stained glass window. In the attic all alone. A work of art forgotten,.
Clay Crosse, Mark Heimermann and Jerry McPherson. You've got it made. So they say you do. Don't need a thing. And they envy you. Live like a king. In a castle.