No man ever sounded so lonesome No man ever made you feel such pain Lord, it must have been a real mean bottle That made you sing that way The stories
I wanna be a lawyer Doctor or professor A member of the UMC I want an air conditioner Cottage on the river And all the money I can see I wanna drive
The summer sun has got me crazy Playing tricks with my poor mind You said you had another man And I said I guess I didn?t mind What?s he got that I ain
[Intro] Tougher than concrete Eh bwoy Go labbajuice Watch ya Check it! Boom [Verse 1 - Jr. Gong] You Nah Mean Mi dip out a whole fourteen Nah Mean And
[mac miler] see im nice right now.. (laugh) [chours] that party last night, i dont rember, im so hungover. we stayed up drinkin, twistin a ounce, as
(Vapid) I realy hated high school it was such a drag everytime I walked the halls all the kids would call me a fag I dodn't care for physical ed and I
How beautiful you've made yourself How cruel you've become How so much like another That it's no surprise That I don't recognize you now so Beautiful
Well, I can't talk now, I'm in the middle of love And I can't stop now, I'm in the middle of love I'm in the middle of something so real it's taking all
I'll take a second of the day to think About the things that we have done this year The dog lies down, the pouring rain I'm underneath the smokers railway
Well, honky tonk Baby, get on the floor All the cats are yellin' They're shoutin' for more My baby likes to rock My baby likes to roll My baby does the
The road of life is paved with extreames Broken hearts and shattered dreams Reaching out for things that aren't real Let them dictate the way we feel
I heard a song once and it was beautiful and it was free and it was my dream I lost my housing at the sweet young age of fourteen I heard a song on the
He's got the power - he's like a god But he's a devil of flesh and blood A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief It's a kiss of death A '45
Cold winter cuts - a heart that couldn't heal destroyed by it's own stupidity a frozen smile - cracks backing frigid lies I shelter beneath a veil
For as long as I remember I ran a life of crime Harmed everyone that I know Stolen what's not mine Problems solved through violence Feelings dulled with
two of us sitting alone again in silence wondering what your eyes might see me as this time sometimes i wish you thought out loud it's so much different
I just got off of work at 5 Drivin' that old van I drive Overalls and dirty boots But Uncle Bill needed a funeral suit So when I walked in that fancy
Herbert Birdsfoot: Oh, I can only sing the high part. It's the only part I know. And when I sing the high part, This is how I go: La, la-la-la-la-la-