Oh, sweet mind fuck lady. Please love me like you do. Plagued by an image of days long gone. Flies on my dick. . Never sit alone on a hot sticky noon.
Fat Lenny's gonna walk right into myself. Fat Lenny's gonna see myself reflect it back on myself. And Fat Lenny's gonna lick the shellack off the window sill and I say.
I recall a time when we were lovers. Before you, I hadn't any other. When the bad times came along. I turned and you had gone. From the start, I loved you, I was wrong.
Sometimes you can say more, in a drunken hour or so. Than some people get across, in a life of lying low.. And sometimes you can feel more, for someone you've barley kissed,.
I haven't always been a single man,. And I haven't always lived up here.. Along with all these other single men,. With a ring around the bath, and a cigarette butt in my beer,.
I left you and left you broken hearted I left you and now I can't forget. I thought then that I could live without you forgive me and I'll make you happy yet.
Fool, fool, fool. You know that it's wrong. But you keep hanging on. In the game. . Fool, fool, fool. You know it won't be long. Till you find out she's gone.
Yes, I keep falling back to you. What else can I do. I keep falling back to you. I can't forget the past we knew. . So many times, I've had you on my mind.
She's just a fallen angel and I'm the fool who made her fall. Last night I saw an angel the one I once called mine. The hand that wore my wedding band held a glass of wine.
Three, two, one. Do you know where your accountants are?. Would you believe young mothers. Have deserted their broods to dance. At new age satanists rallies?.
June 6th 1944. 5 minutes till we hit the beach. Men reduced to boys, fear will not release. Smell of death around, it's coming for me. Hear someone scream you'd better keep your head down.
Well I walked up to the mountain. And to the mountain I walked. And up there on that mountain. I met a tiny ox. I said, "Hey there Ox, what'cha got on your foot?".
Fuck bitches get money, get your ass in my bed. Fuck bitches get money, get your ass in my bed. Fuck bitches get money, get your ass in my bed. Fuck bitches get money, get your ass in my bed.
It's certain now you've gone too far. You're finding out the worst about you. The wrong inside runs so thick. How did you let it go on?. Try breathing in, try breathing out.
written by Don Chaffer. June 1998 (Possum Kingdom Lake, TX). . Will You find me in the valley. I'm afraid I've lost my way. I was up there on the mountain.
How come everybody keeps moving but me. How come nobody can see what I see. Its not fair man, they cant leave. Didnt get a chance to feel my disease. .
Pay no attention. To the blood on his hands. He just had to break a few backs. To get where he's at. . Greed, take what you need. While you can. . You got a free ride.