Well the train to Grinders. witch is running right on time. And the trucker boys are cooking down in Caroline. People down in Florida can't be still. One of Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville.
I would crawl through your grief. I'll cry 'til I drown. Cut a path through your dark. 'Til I'm lost and your found. . Turn your blue into gray. I won't hurt when I bleed.
This fucking city. Is run by pigs. They take the rights away. From all the kids. . Understand. We're fighting a war we can't win. They hate us-we hate them.
Well, it's been something seein' you again. And in this time we had to spend. You've been so good to be around. I thank you for that special thrill. To keep me goin' until the next time I'm in town.
She hasn't done a thing that really has to mean she's going anywhere. I haven't seen it showing in her eyes but I swear it must be there. I don't know why I feel it so strong but I feel it just the same.
(yeah...!). Spinning down the drain again. Walls closing in again. Curling up inside again. No way in out up down or otherwise again. . I can't move. I can't speak.
I got a postcard from someone I met in Salvatore. He said the weather was great he'd been out on the lake. And sunning beside it quaint shore. When are you coming back, you need to come and relax.
I need a car when I'm drivin', plane when I'm flyin'. A call takes a quarter and dime. I need a radio playin', when there's nothin' we're sayin'. And help when I falling behind.
Earth's a padded cell. Defanged and declawed. I'm living in hell it's a paradise fraud. Straight jacket minds in line to be old. Telling me to want,. Let time slip through my teeth.
My hat don't hang on the same nail too long. My ears can't stand to hear the same old song. And I don't leave the highway long enough. To bog down in the mud.
The first thing she done when they set her free. From the women's correctional facility. Was to come here. Asking me for a reconciliation. . She said she'd changed her ways for good.
When the sun goes down. On my side of town. That lonesome feeling. Comes to my door. The whole world turns blue. There's a rundown bar. Cross the railroad tracks.
All by myself I was fine, no one else to remind me. Of all my pain inside. You looked at me and I knew you would be. The last thing I needed in my life.
I'm out of this world. And I'm never comin' back. Ever since that day by the side of the road. I got a smile on my face and i'm. Never coming to. Never coming to.
There's an agony hangin' over me. You know I'm losin' sleep. And I've run out of excuses. For why I let you leave. . You said you needed a little time.
It's nothing you can wear. Fascist anti fashion jades me. No one's running scared. I wanna smash the mold that made me. . Somehow, I think it's all gone wrong.
Lord, Mary took to running with a travelin' man. Left her momma crying with her head in her hands. Such a sad case, so broken hearted. She say: Momma, I got to go, got to get outta here.
You had tragic 8-ball eyes. But you laughed at your demise. like it was a joke. . All goosed up, suburban trash. Your arms are tied, you're failing fast.
It's another back-door sneakin' in. Where you been midnight?. Quiet as a mack truck, lots-a luck. Thinkin' up an alibi. . But every light in the house is on.