I went down to the fishing hole. And I set down with my fishing pole. Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait. And Jerked me out in the middle of the lake.
I'm so tired of your true confession; a girl like you should have. Learned her lesson / get around, get around, get around, get away from. Me / and I don't want to hear about your smash sensation; just another.
Nothing but a lie wrapped up in a smile. Dead behind the eyes always was your style. Monday's right as rain; tuesday I'm to blame. Then you make believe that I'm the one who's insane.
I've been waiting, saving my pennies. Pennies from heaven, heaven above. You've been saying we should be married. Why should we marry when we're so in love?.
I hear the churchbells ringing so it must be sunday morning; my head still pounding from saturday night. I'm floating down the river, keep my neck above the water.
You ever been so bored. that you started counting all your teeth. as you squirm around and fidget. in your cluttered, lousy seat. you ever been so tired.
dont you shut that door. dont you leave to soon. wanna know where i've been. well i'll tell you the truth. i've seen it all before. none of this is new to me.
Could I get your attention. For just a few moments. I have quick message for you. There's a tip jar right here. And it's not for my beer. Or your cigarette butts when ur thru.
(Masser/Goffin). Tonight I celebrate my love for you. It seems like the natural thing to do. Tonight no one's gonna find us. We'll leave the world behind us.
Richard Bryant. All the lovelorn on the blue Avenue. Stamp their feet and ask me why haven't you. Been around to see them today?. I shrug, I smile, I roll my good eye.
Richard Bryant. His heart is junk, heavy and cold like some old radiator. Piled in a heap at her pretty little feet. He sets it out with the trash. He can't recycle the past.
Homecoming parade, you were the queen. I was riding right behind you with the rest of the team. Saw my ring on your finger as you waved to the crowd. I didn't know a second stringer could ever be so proud.
Luke Bryan - Tackle Box. . Verse 1. . It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.. It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.. With his last name engraved in black,.
I drink my beers in a hurry. while you get drunk off another man. This love I twisted sour. like train tracks quenching at your mouth. Are you holding another mans hand.
0:12. another dog day with no end in sight... time to let go.. head down the block... everyones there there at my spot.. I like it... ease my wounds, take me away...
This is itThis is it (Intro). Written June 2007. Beats used Rolling Stones Sympathy for the devil, kid rock bawitbada, Eminem lose yourself. Tomoyasu Hotei Battle Without Honor or Humanity.
Alright Im gonna show ya how different I am. Everyone talkin about all the shit they got, all that crap man. Weve been thru that rutine. How many motha fuckahs do it like this though, huh?.
0:09. been awhile since I was smokin. the casual puff on some weed. then someone made me an offer-great deal on a couple ounces-how the fuck could I say nah...
(Brutal Truth). Act it up all you want. Play your bullshit front. Crawl back to nothing. Turn face, lose your case. No reason, you lose control. No reason, your lies unfold.
I see through. The gray facade. Solemn expression. Time goes on. . Ageless questions. Pointless passing thoughts. Time, time goes on. . Backwards, forwards.