Great pains. I've gone to gang slang. I've gone to lame brain. Looking for gold I. . I have become someone else. Outside stepping to inside. Stepping to my side.
Away in a manger. No crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus. Laid down His sweet head. . The stars in the bright sky. Looked down where He lay. The little Lord Jesus.
He's a loser she said. . Shovel lady: "So I grabbed my shovel". Shovel lady: "So I grabbed my shovel". Shovel lady: "So I grabbed my shovel". . Great pains.
I'm dreamin' of you. And that makes me. Atlanta blue, blue, blue. . Just a name I remember. Just someone I used to know. Someone I never quite got over.
Living in the moment. Forgotten and repeated. No I cannot be the one. No I cannot be beaten. . I'm the. (Yeah). I'm the. (Yeah). I'm the. (Yeah). I'm the one.
Maybe the first time I saw them I was nine going on ten years old. I fell in love with their music and with the stories their music told. I had all of their long playing records and memorized songs I still can't forget.
This one's for the assholes. This one's for the freaks. This one's for the stupid fuckers. Trying to keep me incomplete. . They can't take me outside.
This one's for the assholes. This one's for the freaks. This one's for the stupid fuckers. Trying to keep me incomplete. . They can't take me outside.
I know you're a woman a sensitive kind. A fairy-tale princess with hearts on your mind. Who needs to be showered with candy and flowers. And told that you're loved all the time.
Before you take another step there's something you should know. About the years ahead and how they'll be. You'll be living in a world where roses hardly ever grow.
I've been taking abuse and it's senseless. Fist into the wall and it's painless. I've been living the lie that I made me. Live it. Screaming into the mic and I like it.
ALL I CAN DO. WRITER DOLLY PARTON. . It's all I can do to keep from falling in love with you. All I can do to keep from letting it show. Yeah it's all I can do to keep from falling in love with you.
Extra long for gliding and sliding. Skin compatibility, long lasting. Pure original formula, personal. Never dries out your skin. . Ready put it in. Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
You enveloped in your. You enveloped in your. You enveloped in your. You enveloped in your head. . Justify it in your. Justify it in your. Justify it in your.
Pitch slap, deep space, techno echo. And gate and filter the thoughts. Short break, electric scramble. Take what you thought was yours. . Tribal Bible, punching metal.
Each day I'll do a golden deed. By helping those who are in need. My life on earth is but a span. And so I'll do the best I can. . Life's evening sun is sinking low.
I keep the radio on most all night long and listen to the songs they play. Sometimes I hum tap along with my thumb listen to the words they say. And I have to admit those yesterday hits take me back a year or two.
Freak out, don't you take the cop out. Chain reactor touch down. Take a drum and tie it down. . Grinder, pour it in and grind in. Put it through the grater.
One two three four. . I was feeling sick, losing my mind. Heard about these treatments from a friend of mine. He was always happy, smile on his face. Said he had a great time at this place.
Get to the gone. Under the gun. Drop in, drop out. Get to the gone. . Get to the gone, it's just the way you wanna be. Under the gun, it's just the way to be.