Bare feet tickled by the powdery sand. Pressing footprints along the shore. A vain attempt to leave a testament. That I walked this path before. Will you remember.
Lonely it spreads its wings. Eager to wake my fire. Slowly circling over me. Burning with deep desire. I don't know why it hurts. What the hell is it all about.
The darkness covers the place we live. The children ask for reasons why. When acid rains burns your skin to shreds. And children die with open eyes. .
Get your fat ass off the acetate into. Down twenty, why stairs. It came from the rest there. Goes to rest in the heart. . First I was a foreigner then suddenly everything.
Get your fat ass off the acetate into. Down twen'y stairs. It came from the rest There,. goes to rest in the heart. "First I was a foreigner??". Then suddenly "Everything (is) was cool forever".
Justice System. Is there justice in the system? Or is it just us in the system?. The love to drag your ass to court. This is the areana for their sick sport. They run for office and make more laws. 100,000 reasons to futher their cause. We get charged, we better watch out. A system of fear, what they make out. Either way it goes - good or bad. The attorneys get paid and they get fat. Is there justice in a world gone crazy? Where it's survival of the fat and lazy? The less you've got they've got you on your knees. You'll cop please, they get fees.....
It's like the powers-that-be have totally outlawed living,. The natural way, the way that we were meant to live.. You know, if you wanna hunt, or you wanna fish, you know.
Hanji. . Mar, mar osharle. Ekuh, oshart mar, mar. Mar, mar, osharle. Ekuh oshart mar mar. . Raja, rani, ek kahani. Shorti oshari mar. Eh mar, mar, osharl.
When the moon rises over the meadow. And the grass is glistening with the dew. I'll come home and find you softly sleeping. And I'll throw up and I'll pass out next to you..
G. Cormier. On the left weighing in 170 pounds. is yesterday's winner but he's wearing a frown. I don't think this is what it's meant to be. but I'll go another round just to make you see.
Bob Corbin,Earl Thomas Conley, Bat McGrath (Coljes, BMI;. Harris-Gordon Music,ASCAP; Millermoo/Wanted Woman Music, BMI )1997. . I shoulda' paid more attention, but I was livin' too high.
Well it's Monday seven o'clock in the morning. Drink my coffee hurry up got to got to got to get to work on time. Hear the whistle whoop whoop whoop whoop.
words & music by Bob Corbin. pub. by Sabal Music, Inc. (ASCAP). . There is a road that you must walk in this life. There are many who fall by the way.
She told you goodbye it was over you're through. It was nothin' you'd done she cast no blame she'd fallen out of love with you. And now you're alone in a world of solitude.
The dove flew out one mornin', I realized I couldn't stand.. I'd do anything to get on my feet again.. My feet again, my feet again.. I'd do anything to get on my feet again..
music and lyrics by Corb Lund. . I heard all them pretty girls singin all them pretty words, and how. I heard all them pretty girls singin all them pretty words, oh wow.
Sometimes Momma it can feel real heavy. When I think of the wrong I have done. I don't know how I can carry this burden. All I feel is the weight of the gun.
Well I done a lot a singing about stick it to the man. Today's the day he's gonna stick it right back if he can. Having trouble with authority works better in a song.
I'll travel lady a lotta miles to find love. I'll do any and everything for your love. And all I need to do is give you my heart. To show you there's a deeper side to me.