Jump, scrape, break the switches Coast low wit the bitches Funky pop, drop 'n hop Here come the cops Guero Canelo Gangs, guns, knives, thugs Chumps,
Near the woodpile Before the rain Where he last saw the snake With teeth clenched Soured heart Lover's changed hands An axe within reach And a distant
Come on back here into the kitchen You gotta see this one You gotta see it close They told you be careful Don't trust no one but yourself Be careful
Everyday on my way home The clouds would break And the angels would sing their refrain This world's an ungodly place Strangled by vines unchaste So with
Right outta port angeles like a bullet with no pain Driving north on the harbor freeway Up and over st thomas vincent bridge Making stops as you go,
Started talking To a couple of wedded strangers Sitting down on motorcycles Who passed on the highway Stepped into The service station Took a piss, got
When the evening sun is setting low Blinding you on your drive home And the lanes of traffic all converge Causing you to curse every other word For to
Yo canto de mi coraz?n Y t? mi amigo inspiras mis pasos Me voy por el mundo donde siento varia gente Pero nunca hay una persona como t? Mirame, que estoy
Thumbtacks all spread out across your hometown state A hollow tree at half mast Wait until wintertime, leaves a paper trail And a licorice plant that'
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Wire fences still coiled with flowers of the night Songs of the birds like hands call the earth to witness Sever from fear before taking flight Fences
Beneath the neon hub of downtown The local hotel ghosts blow back around Descend on those drugstore cowboy nights Cling to the bar, then disappear from
From the delta to the plains Storms touching down again Devil's hiding in the house Angel's in the rain Corrugated lovers swinging on a wire Switching
Found a dime in the metro line Funny to see a familiar face Since you left us long ago Never been a trace of luck to guide me Hopin' to see a sign Or
Watching your eyes go back and forth Out on the highway Watching your heart bend to the road Kiss your forehead as I turn to go Following those signs
Felt a tremor stir beneath my breath That forecasts storms on the Gallup poll Woke up from the nightmare news And hoping to read a sign in the morning
Alberto hits his brother on the back of the head Looks to the north, as he starts to get up His brothers still sleepy, grumbles, "It's not light yet"
With marianne dissard I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run Got myself a little goldmine to bank on But one day my heart sank when I saw