(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker). . It's been almost a year ago, that I felt that cold wind blow.. Swept in, took a friend, stole him from my life..
I waited around, but you never came. To my table, so tell me how, how in the hell. That I'm gonna sleep. I'm new in this town, but I'm old skool. Cat with the ladies, and I can kick out a.
I was checked in by 4, put the sign on the door. Looked out the window of the 17th floor. Talked to the city, that knows me by name. And all the bad things that I do.
Turnpike, nursery pike, moon pie, black eye, why try, 75, 41, 285,. Have fun, flat tire, so tired, everybody's downtown,. Horse town smoggy, smoggy all around..
(butch walker & chrystina lloree). . Desperation's such an uneasy feeling,. Passion is the path that leads me here.. Controllin' the mind is easier than the heart..
Everybody wants a shot in culture clash city.. Cut throats sell their souls to taste a little piece.. A rat race melting pot, boiling without pity.. The tinsel town fools the fools and brings them to their knees..
Oh, she took a light saber to my heart. And she picked my brain with a pocket knife. She said, "Say what's on your mind". So I said, "I'm kind a hungry and you ain't my type".
I know you're not asleep. I can feel you moving over there. You've been playing with the seam. In your worn out underwear. My lips are raw as hell. From biting on them just to stay awake.
You make me crazy, although I'm sane. You keep the top down in the rain. . But I do like where you're going. And I love it when you say. That you wouldn't have it any other way.
Did you come back here to shoot this poison in my eye?. Do I get a last request before I have to die?. Let me smoke my cigarette before you hang me out to dry..
(butch walker & chrystina lloree). . Well the shit town people drive their shiny cars,. But they have to use their wipers all the time.. When the flavor of the day, comes to play,.
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child). . Dudes get on your duds.. We're shootin' down the sun.. This will be the night,. The boys are gonna run.. . Buckle up your booties..
She's got a beer bottle cap in her back pocket. She laughs at Metallica and loves bottle rockets. She got chicken wire tattooed around her arm. She gave me a pecan for a good luck charm.
(b. walker, j. harte, d. child, h. benson, e. turner). . I'm just a porch stompin ol' son of a gun.. Thumpin' on my guitar, chuggin' down the rum.. Got a bullet in my pocket and a big shot gun..
Welcome to the station, so here's the situation. Let me tell you how it all goes down. The girl you've been about, ya come to find out. That she's the biggest ho around.
I don't know, I don't care. If I see you, everywhere. It's gonna hurt, either way. When he looks at other girls when you look away. . Don't wash your hair, it's too early.
Don't make a fuss, don't make a sound. I don't want this song to get shot to the ground. You're on the phone, I'm all alone. And my heart feels about 70 pounds.
I walk along the city streets you used to walk along with me. And every thing I say reminds me of just how we used to be. How can I forget you girl?. .
(b. walker, j. harte, d. warren, d. child). . On my own I never felt so alone.. And the streets are the only place I can call home.. Where's my dream?.
(b. walker & c. lloree). . An amalgam of people,. All groovin' under one steeple.. Ain't no brother better than the other.. I wish we could take away all the water..