It's getting cold, but I know the heat's on blast. Picking up the scent, you're smoking another stash. If you want to run, well darlin' that's alright.
I think you know what the game is. I hope you've brought all your players. 'Cause this is a war. This is a war. . Pick up the gun with his name on. You'll never know where it came from.
As they say, two can play. But keep that song away from me. In my time too much love. Has made me sad for so long. I was lost, can't you see. Through the long lonely night.
I fell in love with you first time I looked into. Them there eyes. You've got a certain lil' cute way of flirting with. Them there eyes. They make me feel happy.
I couldn't wait to see you, waiting by the door. There's no one there to meet me, and your clothes are on the floor. Sorry if I hurt you, and I made you cry.
There are unsmiling faces in fetters and chains. On a wheel in perpetual motion. Who belong to all races and answer all names. With no show of an outward emotion.
Hunt down all the days. Tasting all the ways. Play down every little phrase. Every single word that's on my mind. . Twist it and turn around. Sent to you in a shape of heart.
I caught a train. I met a dame. She was a hepster. And a real gone dame. She was pretty. From New York City. And we trucked on down that old fair lane.
I know that you don't understand. The reason why he ask you where've you been. So you dug into your room and tell him. You were hanging out with some of your girlfriends.
The weevils all took to cotton and cows all took to dry. But the varmints left behind, some took up to die. Trouble took to daddy like dew drops take to night.
Takin' the midnight train, takin' the midnight train. I can't stand this pain, I can't stand this pain. To have somebody who hurts me for no reason. For no cause, for no cause.
It's the last ride. Our little game is over. It's the last ride. It's time to take you home. And we can't cry 'cause we seen it coming. No use running, take it slower.
I've been living through changes. And I could swing for you. I can see the veins in my hands. Are showing through. . But if you disguise. What these things are doing to me.
These endless days are wait for me. Tearing my heart that breaks for you. I'm coming home tomorrow. . Though you're not lying next to me. I hear your song that calls to me.
So nice of you to say. Plans laid out for the highway. Delivering us to the truth. But that road ain't heading my way. And every suggestion that. Finds it's way through the lines.
Who are you to tell me where I been?. I'm stayin' underground not comin' up again. Tell me why I gotta start and when. I swallow my pride and let it begin.
They say the working class is dead, we're all consumers now. They say that we have moved ahead, we're all just people now. There's people doing 'frightfully well' there's others on the shelf.
Brandy and rye, the magpies are stirring. Lay down your last twenty dollars. Shepherds dead sober, whispering numbers. There's a star above the manger tonight.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
The first Noel the angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds. In fields as they lay,. In fields where they lay. Keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night.