Yeah me Jim and Dan, we were all best friends. Riding off like cowboys on a road that never ends. We knew it was our last time for the time of our lives.....
[Intro]. Woo-Woo-Woo-Weee Lord, Lord Woi. Mi seh dah girl yah. You fi know Hmmmm. Chinna B, Tdot, dah gal yah wicked eee. Take mi heart try bruk it inna two.
I have waited for you. Every morning, self-supporting. I deploy and listen for it now. . It gets written on your face. And then you go to face it. Let's embrace it or erase it now.
Black Angel. Black Angel. Black Angel. Carry me down. . Jackets and shoes. Pistols and pens. Poor boy, feels like I ain't got no friends. I wake up nervous.
Cheers from a high school football game. On American Friday Night. A chorus of the Pledge of Allegiance. As the Veteran's rewind the fight. . The crowd roars and the quarterback scores.
Mavericks and renegades. Belt buckle. Brandishes. Baseball bats and we dealt knuckle sandwiches.. Motor-psycho. Organized deadly doctrine.. Around back. Soundtrack - steady rockin' Eddie Cochran..
She's fat, she's a slut. She told me I had a cute butt. Right away I fell for her. She made me feel so secure. . I don't mind her being all that. I don't mind her being fat.
I can get feeling down. I can cruise downtown. And find a good place to cry. And drink a bottle dry. . I could see closin' time. I could ease my mind.
Young and attractive. Quote unquote old soul. Down in a cold hole. Playing my controlled roll. . The world is mine good and bad. I never sleep, Odd charms.
the perfect love song. doesn't make you cry. it's filled with sorrow. and brutal goodbyes. . so if she's cryin'. you know you've done something right.
For the longest time, I guess I thought. He didn't give a damn. Hard to read, hard to please. Yeah, that was my old man. . On the day I left for college.
He walks around in a daze go by so slowly. Thinking about everyone, say they don't know him. Thinking he wouldn't mind or couldn't find. His way around.
Two lovers are havin' their fight again. They're tired of sayin' goodbye. Standin' on the beach side. Listenin' to the feet of the passers. On the sidewalk there.
For the longest time, I guess I thought. He didn't give a damn. Hard to read, hard to please. Yeah, that was my old man. . On the day I left for college.
I can remember being seven years old. Having goldfish that circuled around in a bowl. I would watch the forest burn. and listen to the wind blow. I remember the table, the drapes, and the window.
There was a kid named Jim. he always had a big old grin. he was the biggest bully on the block. he combed his hair just right. always looking for a fight.
We were born to mothers who smoked and drank. Our cribs were covered in lead based paint. No child proof lids, no seat belts in cars. Rode bikes with no helmets and still here we are, still here we are.
Workaholic, what it be?. Heard you're working eleven days a week. I used to know just where you're coming from. I used to know but with that I'm done.