(b. walker, j. harte, j. fincher, d. child, s. plunkett). . You know I love you and I've done the best I can,. And I tried to be everything you wanted,.
Adrenaline Junkie they call me , got my start on a 50 CC, Now Im American Stock, bad to the bone, Superman Jimmie From El Cajon. Made Big Time NASCAR NationWide, duelin them gassers side by side, Kept it mashed to the floor, comin round the bend, crash near killed me at Watkins Glen..
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 kinda hungry and I hate my life.".
I can dish it out but you know I cant take it. When you told me every time that you came that you were fakin. So I guess Ill never know if I was mackin yes or no.
They call you Lads love little darling. And baby I know just why. The posies in your hair make me high. When Im feelin down, I want you around.. Its like thizzin and I just cant pull away.
The Chinese took my job now I ain't got no money. The rent is overdue again and buddy this ain't funny. The taxman said theres another Lien on the way.
Turn the TV off, put down the cosmopolitan. I'd like to think that I'm not asking a lot. Oh my god, this static is bad for my complexion. This town has turned you into someone you're not.
This old world beats you down,. I dont know where you find the strength, Baby,. To go another day.. And you are last to complain,. Even when everything you loved is gone, taken away.
Get off my heart. 'Cuz you've been standing on it all day. Can my lips apart. With the words that I want to say?. . And as I run into the walls. 'Cuz I don't have the balls to run over him.
You walked into the bathroom. To wash your troubles away. You always seem to go in there. About 20 times a day. . I dropped you off at your therapist.
Verse 1:. She got style and she got grace;. She dont need to pretend, she dont need to be swank.. She got country charm and a beautiful smile;. She dont need to be mean, she dont need to be vile..
(lyrics: j. harte, music: b. walker). . If you want to see hell, there's a place you can go.. Take a little ride down cc road.. Deep in the sticks in the full moonlight,.
Going down to Renfro to the Bluegrass Holy Land. Lily May Ledfords got an all girl fiddle band. No need to worry pretty Baby, just take me by the hand.
I'm left handed when throwing. My shit across the room.. I'm left handed when I throw a fit. I use my left hand when I make myself come. To my senses when I'm losing it..
Beep Beep! Redneck Roadrunner, runnin' up and down this road. Freightshaker, big moneymaker carryin' a big fat load. Run, run Sweet Roadrunner better fill that tank again.
I used to think I was building us a dream. Now each an every day feels like paddling up stream. They say "to work is to pray",. But Id rather just get paid.
Grow, grow, grow how your mind must flow.. No, no, no that's where we get our self control.. . If stealing four leaf clovers for the needy is so wrong,.
Baby dont get yourself down. I really need you to believe. Your scared, but I want you to know. You can depend on me.. . Chorus:. Im good to go, baby Im ready to go.
I was the kind of kid back in school. Who wore a 'Members Only' jacket and said it was cool. That's when I met Katrina, she was best friends with Seshel.