I got a cocaine and she's cookin up a pound of pills. Another ride to the station and you know I'm gonna pay the bills, lord. I gotta go see my baby. gotta run run run.
Deafness is a blindness. Deny the thoughts that burn inside. Will life go any longer. A blank age in the book of life. Conceive this time behind me. Because the future is gone.
Johnny. Was just a kid I knew. And maybe. He didn't have a clue. But he's gone. You know it's just a shame. And she's the one to blame. . Sarah. Not just the girl next door.
Ease Up a Little bit. 'Cause I want to want you. If all of the moneys spent. Well that's fine to got you. . By my side, let's go for a long ride. In my car I'll drive you to my star.
Hey mister god. Can you tell me what's wrong. With my life and all of it's confusions. Why did she leave me. With nothing to show. Except fro a shallow disillusion.
Time's rollin' forward. I'm gettin' bored. Layin' on my back. I'm losin' track. Shifting patterns. And nothin' matters. Cause there's no one here. I've lost my fear.
Walk along these lonely streets with the shoes up on my feet,. Ya, firmilur faces apear only when I go to sleep, but I don't go there,. And I don't know where, where I am,.
Struck down by the power to feed. From the backbone to my spine. Caught up like a bird in a cage. By the contract I have signed. . It flows through my veins.
Hey man don't listen to what others say. 'Cause if you don't you'll find a better way. Heaven might be good. But it's in hell you will end you days. .
Second to none. One by one they're gonna fall from the skies. Wing clipped by their holy god. To be welcomed by the prince of lies. . Standing in line.
Well, the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time. And them Tucker Boys are cookin' down in Caroline. People down in Florida can't be still.
There's a place not too far away from here. Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer. Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me. Well they call it Texas and it's a mighty fine place to be.
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night. There's things out there in the middle of them woods. That'd make a strong man die from fright.
Call up Trudy on the telephone. Send a letter in the mail. Tell her I'm hung up in Dallas. And they won't let outta this jail. And if she asks you how I'm fairing.
She used to come over to my house. She only lived a few miles away. I never knew why, but my Momma said. If she wanted to she could stay. A pretty little girl, who fought like a boy.
Girl, your hand brushin' mine. Shouldn't be no big deal. But when it does I can't deny. How it makes my heart feel. . You've got my imagination running.