They come over here and they take all our land. They chop of our heads and they boil them in oil. Our children are leaving and we have no heads. We drink and we sing and we drink and we die.
Push. . When you wake up in the morning. Do you watch CNN?. Oh, do you close your eyes and hold your breath. Then say an Amen?. . 'cause there's too much information.
When you're left behind. Though your hearts been true. An inconvenient memory. well baby that's you. . You can hang your head. You can lose your pride.
you say 'till the end as you hold me close. the music starts and the dance begins as we sway turn and bend. promises are made and the words you say seem to heal and mend.
we've heard this all before. you've got no surprises left in store. everytime you play it it get's worse. and our ears just want to make straight for the door.
Are You one of the real ones?. She thinks while she checks his face. Or will this turn out to be another one of my big mistakes?. . Are You one of the real ones?.
Today, Today I found my sadness; Planned and plotted 'til I was fleet with madness.. Today, Today I broke my silence; pleased and poised with a gentle patience..
Bring me back to who I was..... Before the times that broke me.. Let me down bit by bit..... Before the times that broke me.. Build me up bold to the man I am..
Wasting away with a fractured connection,. hanging on a lovers nervous affection.. Waiting in line for a shred of attention,. heart beating faster with the cocaine infection..
don't rely on me. my feet are stuck and my eyes leak. but I feel the ceiling drop. the floor rising. it won't stop. time away is all I need. a curse walks around here.
That moment something's wrong. That moment i feel. Instead of wasting time. I'd like to rewind. Some go away before you're gone. And there's no way that it's suppose to happen.
There's a place called Trucker's Paradise just south of San Berdo. And the drivers all stop in there for a laugh and a cup or two. There's a woman waitin' tables and I'll tell you boys she's nice.
I got a cute little gal in every eastern town from Boston to St Louis. There's some that I don't even know but I'm looking forward to. Cause I like my women everywhere I go.
The tree of hate stands wide and tall it covers the land the sea and the sky. Its roots dig deep like poison things and all who feet on its branches will die.
I'm travelin' light travelin' light. Just movin' on down the road and travelin' light. . I've tried my best to hold what you call a blue collar job. I been a bankers monkey and a cotton field flunky and my fingers throb.
I always planned that I'd come back to Mary. I'm in her yard but Mary didn't wait. Now I'm watching through the roses I can see them. I'm one husband two children three years late.
THREE TIME LOSER. (B. Floyd). '65 Yonah Music. . Well my first love was Norma Jean and I really love this queen. We plan to be married in the fall. But this old heart got reckless Norma Jean got restless.
Tonight we'll meet in the same old place where the lights are low. 'Cause your folks don't want you and me to be seen. Though I live just across the way, you got no right to love.
Doodle do do doo a doodle do do doo. A doodle do do doo doodle doodle do do doo. . Well I lost my job ain't got a dime. I need a shaver I need a shine.
I hear sounds from the kitchen every morning. And sounds of happy laughter through the day. It's almost morn and my poor old heart can't take. For the lonely sounds that her mem'ry makes.