HEY KID YOUE NOT LOOKING SO GOOD. YOU PISSED ON YOU PEOPLE THEN YOU TURNED TALL AND RAN WHEN THEY ATTACKED. I GOT A LITTLE LESSON FOR YOU. THE MORE THAT YOU PUSH IT THE MORE THAT IT' GONNA BITE YOU BACK.
The only the thing I see ahead is. Just the heat a rising off the road. The rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold. But more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever know.
We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn't konw. If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show. Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties.
If l had sent a message. Like a whisper on the breeze. I reckon it's not wonder. That it never got to me. I'm down here in Kentucky. Where the sun don't ever shine.
Darkness falls. My tears fall like rain.. Blue whistle moans out your name.. Gathering spead, carrying pain.. Look out heart. Here comes that train.. .
They called it faith. They called it fair. They called it resolution. I call it shit when we were alone. They simply paid no mind. You'd suffered such a crime.
When I was young my heart could feel. All the love surrounding me. I could look into your eyes. without holding my head high. Holding my head up so high.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on our troubles will be out of sight. . Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
LIFE' THE IMAGE OF A TIGHTENING SCREW. IT KEEPS ON TURNING TILL IT BREAKS YOU. . I NOT THE ONE TO TALK FOR HOURS ABOUT THE WARS THAT WEE LOSING. CAN PRETEND TO NOT SEE ALL THE FLESH THAT WEE BRUISING.
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO WHEN SOMEONE WAVES A BATTLE FLAG?. UNTIE YOUR HANDS OR CRAWL INTO A BODY BAG?. WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU HEAR THE CALL, YOUE STANDING WITH YOUR BACK AGAINST THE WALL..
Window seat thirty thousand feet above the ground. Blue moon beams on silver wings brings me down. Slippin' off my coat for the long night flight. I find a note she wrote last night.
It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus. Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust. But there's something about this city's gray.
I wake up. In every coffee cup I see your face. Turn on the tube. The Anchor woman on the news sounds like you. . I've been livin' in a livin' Hell. since you walked out.
They know you've got nothing to lose. Because if you'd had a chance you would've lost that too. Dazzled by the image of the self-made man. They hold out shiny things and then they slap your hand.
I can't get rich; I can't make a living,. But I sure do something for the neighborhood women.. I wake up every morning with a knocking at my door;. You can't keep 'em waiting when they're yelling for more..
WASN ALL THAT LONG AGO. WHEN OUR FUTURE SEEMED LIKE A MASSIVE STONE. TOO WEAK THEN TO LIFT IT MAYBE NOT THE BRIGHTEST BULB. BUT SO QUICKLY DISMISSED. THAT IF YOU BLINKED YOU HAVE MISSED IT.
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