Let me be your weeping willow tree. Surround you with my long limbs. My dear, let me grow in the shade. In the sands by the bank of your river. Let I drink from your streams.
Have you seen the wiggle worm. Smaller than a tiny germ. he has got a great big appetite. Though he isn't Very big. He eats more than any pig. Always looking for someone to bite.
Who's got the weed? I got the weed. Who's got the weed? I got the weed, I got the weed. . My momma always used to say. Hey G, baby don't smoke the reefer it will make you lazy.
When we meet again. . Springtime is here, and the wind from the south. Blows strong and warm to clean out your house. The sun has arisen and the lies that were told are.
Spring has sprung cause all it does is rain. Again outisde is dull walls as dull drive. The sea has called fog from the waters. City screams for suns and daughters.
Waiting. By: G. Love and Special Sauce. . Oh its been so crazy... to be carryin' on this way. I mean to say I never love someone like you. Im tryin' hard to make you stay.
18 now, you're out of school, your childhood is spent. work or war. all you've got to do is figure out how to pay the rent. work or war. if you've got no money then your life is up for hire.
What makes a killer?. Now that's a bore. What makes you scream?. You're being ignored. If your hand are bloody. Then so are mine. . We all want freedom.
you will work your life away for them. but still don't understand the system. you slave, you sell, repeat, they're rich. the money's spent in corporate america's best interest.
there's a veteran who's rotting on the side of the street. he came home from war and couldn't make ends meet. crashing down. your life's wasted away as you fall down to the ground.
voice of televangelist to moms and dads at home. who will your kids listen to and who will they ignore?. tell them lies and feed them shit, don't those homos make you sick?.
Broken handled suitcase. And a ticket in my hand. No where to run no place to hide. From where the common people stand. Endless carousel of dreams. In empty bottles and in the heroes of a comic magazine.
Silence I call your name. Facing another long lonely day. A feeling longing for you. In my heart. Darkness becomes so real. Nothing can change. The way that I feel.
I see you in the night walking past my house. I wonder if you feel the same as I do. Just like me, trapped and bruised and lost and lonely too. You follow the fright of whatever hurts you through the night.
who am i just another misunderstanding in my book. too bad i'm afraid to speak your name. to hold your hand. you said i could be the best thing that happened to you.
I can see the look in their eyes. Their fears, cold tears fall to the ground. And their words just echo more lies. More plans, blood stained hands are all around.
I'm sick of hearing your excuses. I've heard them all before. You've turned around and walked away. Leaving no note. Leaving no trace. . Just cause you have joined the rest.
I remember it like it was yesterday..... Meeting you and going to shows.... Writing the story of our lives together.... Seeing snow for the first time....
Stars lead the way home then the sidewalks ending. And I don't recall why we're still pretending. Turn myself in for crimes I didn't commit. I needed to feel truly innocent.
This is the soundtrack. To saying goodbye. We are making out. With desperate days. So turn the volume up high. (You love it). God bless repeat - play nights.