Till the end of our lie. (Words and music: Danny Heksolson & Marike Groot). . So now you think you're inside my sweet darling,. but then there's nothing there,.
They call me Rednek. And not know what to do. They call me Rednek. And not know what to do. They call me Rednek. And not know what to do. . And when they call me dat.
(They call me X3 Rednek). And when they call me dat,. den I get de bass out,. Everybody shock out. and wine up the Rednek sound. Inna de dance hall,. We go sweat like fat gal.
When I see your smile. Tears roll down my face. I can't replace. . And now that I'm strong I have figured out. How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul,.
How have you been Caroline?. Living okay? Home in PA. See how the color left from our faces. From when, when we were younger. . Just yesterday I was making the reach.
When I see your smile. tears roll down my face. I can't replace.. . And now that I'm strong I have figured out. how this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul,.
she was asleep when i hobbled to the bed. with a broken foot bleeding. i clawed at her head. "the mirror tumbled on me," i cried. "but it wasn't my fault," i lied.
There's my favorite roller coaster. Next to the blue water. The one only sissies ride. . There's the sun going down. Creating that florescent glow, reminding me.
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep. Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes. What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep.
That sound coming from those holes. A voice that soars. And takes my wounds with it. To levels unknown. . If only you could take me out. Instead of back in.
Sooner or later life will pull you in. Make you choose to rather sink or swim. Some where down the line it's gonna' break your heart. Put you out and make you wear the scars..
No need to question our connection. Let go of all the doubts in your mind. . We've gotta keep moving in the same direction. And whether good or bad we can make this right.
V: I have seen all that I can, i am a simple man, whos words are softly spoken. The storm, is raging up inside, these rain clouds can't hide, what drowns my selfish Pride..
This World Will Never Be. (Perfect). I Swear It Never. (Was). Now, Now I Think I'm Hurtin'. (Yeah, Yeah!). . Run, Run It's Neva' Gonna. (Happen). In The.
There's a corrugated highway Leading north from Port Augusta. lined with ratted cars that didn't rate a tow. The Salt plains out of Pimba And your eyes begin to stream.
On a back block down Salisbury Plains. Ted was born in 1895. Thrust from the loins on to rusty soil. And the cord was cut with a scythe. He said "People there are city folk today.