Mixed up and slowin' down. Six inches to the ground. ??? itches and know my ???. Stretching out my face. . Back at ease and all alone. Complex memories I've sown.
Six was Nine. Drop Dead Beautiful. . Oh. Come on yeah... . Oh I don't want take my best friend's baby. But she's drop dead beautiful. . Is it right?. Is it wrong?.
If you're not busy being born, you must be busy dying. Standing up is hard to do when you live a life of lying. If you're not being born, you must be busy dying.
BREATHE AGAIN. I want to breathe again. What was once mine is stolen. I need to breathe again. My lungs are swollen. We wash the mentioning. We see doors open.
BLIND BY MORNING. Listen to the grass grow. Lay me down. The eye of god upon us. Shake the very ground. Play for me the smoke rain. Grass will always grow.
I tried to bring her in to see if she was killing them. A piece of family back together again, we shoulda been. I worked ????????????????????????????.
Way out in Russell Kansas. Goldsmith rides the clan. ??? are stalkin' they don't want me talkin'. Here is where I stand. . Hey. . Hey I'm a lunatic raving.
See my love cut down the lane. Sways and grinds oh, that's your play. You treat me like your prayers though I'm alone. Drivin' me to pray, trouble I'm undone.
The strong man, he will kneel down. Whilst angels strip him of cloak and crown. Through bitter lips comes vile breath. He is the last one to confess. .
ALL THINGS COME TO PASS. All things come to pass. History, wash over me. Will you look inside. Will you know the truth. Will you find the place. Will you need the proof.
Oh, the sky gray orange an' the walls stained blue. An' I laid right down on the golden satin with you. Into sween dark circles of beautiful eyes. I go round, oh Lord, I go round.
I'm a rompin' dead boy. On a long road. What opened up my eyes to this. I'm just trying to keep 'em closed. . Hey, feller what ya got in that sac. Is it somethin' for me?.
Blue Ruthie Lingle take me home. Sad eyed Suzanna take me home. The curse of those red lips oh me. Goddess Samantha take me home. . Black eyed Rebecca take me home.
The chill of Coffeeville, she's in those hills still. Kindness of her face so white. The chill of Coffeeville, Lord, pray it be Your will. That she dwell in Your house tonight.
High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low. There's a ghost bound in my soul. High, fiddle high, fiddle low, fiddle low. There's a [Incomprehensible]. .
Wicked, wicked from the mouth I spout. Oh Lord, don't let these thoughts come out. My knees they knock and my feet they fail. The thoughts I think I see your face turn pale.
I seen ya in your red room laughin'. With your shinin' coffee can. So many wrongs all kinds a goin's on. Held my head an ran. . But I hid and did a bit more lookin'.
Come to my house an we'll pick bones. Their hands outside ready with stones. Come to my yard, I got whiskey an' [Incomprehensible]. We'll sit on the porch as the good men stare.
I'm diggin' you a shallow grave. And to the sun your face, I'll raise. I'm diggin' you a shallow grave. One hundred buzzards buzzin'. . I seen death hangin' from the tallest tree.
There ain't nothin' that isn't in my way. An' like the fool I am for my own gain I pray. You say you found, a way back inside my closet. Ol' bones upon bones an' joints upon sockets.