give me six strings and a half stACK. And you can keep the cars Leave me the garage And all I.. Yes all I need are keys and guitars And its with in 30
, girlfriend I know there ain't no one person That everybody else in the world Hates or wants to die Sometimes I do think it's me Like I'm in a fight
darkness Somewhere The night is on the run With a bottle of ouzo And a rusty gun The north wind Is like a Spanish guitar Soaked in petrol Burning on
pon de wall! De heathen back, yeah, 'pon de wall! Rise up fallen fighters; Rise and take your stance again. 'Tis he who fight and run away Live to fight
Yo, what up, this Wyclef with Mary J I serenade the girls with my acoustic guitar You know what I'm sayin'? Yo, fellas havin' problems with the chicks
Give me that plenty of that guitar For I've been traveling on a boat and a plane In a car on a bike with a bus and a train Traveling there, traveling
who lived in the room next to me We shared a bathroom in the hall Stare at me through a crack in the door Day I moved in I was playin' my guitar Started
huh, baby, don't you wanna come with me? An' the crowd gets loud when the band gets right Steel guitar cryin' through the night Yea, tryin' to cover up the corner fight
We come to you through a storm of lightning To drive this place totally insane Another show that really keeps us fighting For what it takes to blow your
care Every [unverified] have wear and tear Just draw near girl and try to hear And listen what my heart says Many days and many nights Many heartbreaks [unverified], many fights
night And you could take it all Oh maybe I could rip it off It's easy to pick and choose With you and me we can only lose Just don't fight me off And
you started from I see it in your eyes That now you're giving up the gun I heard you play guitar down at a seedy bar Where skinheads used to fight Your
If my man was fighting Some unholy war I would be behind him Straight shook up beside him With strength he didn't know It's you I'm fighting for He
't too much of a man to say I can't wait to get to do the supernatural to you Hey, yo Carlos Make the guitar cry Make the guitar cry Just know that we
It's why the color pink was made It's why we wear cheap aftershave and bathe It's why we left the cave It's why we learned to play guitar Use chopsticks
only when you're dreaming One day you'll say, I was the one I hitched a ride on a greyhound, stashed away on a train Bought a ticket for the subway, playing guitar
See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Guitar: Concetta Hand
