I don't understand why See it's burning me to hold onto this I know this is something I gotta do But that don't mean I want to What I'm trying to say
Long distance runner, what you standin' there for? Get up, get out, get out of the door Your playin' cold music on the barroom floor Drowned in your laughter
Everybody wants an easy ride On the merry-go-round that we call life Take your drive on cruise control Then you wait to find out it's a winding road
"Don't look, don't look," the shadows breathe Whispering me away from you Don't wake at night to watch her sleep You know that you will always lose This
My hands got powder burns i just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother fuck em, it was him or either me so i sold 50 empty out
There's a red moon rising On the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland to the lake There's a red moon rising On the Cuyahoga River Rolling into Cleveland
I remember it well, that day last spring When the snow lay deep on the mountain trails It was winter's last showin' and our last fling Before returning
you rich fucking scumbag your gonna get a brick because your life style is the anchor that sinks us in the shit you have cars worth more than houses
Hey you, get off my mountain Hey you, get off my cloud Hey you, get off my mountain You're just tryin' to Bring me down And you laugh in my face Make
Did my make up and my hair The way you like, like, you like, you like Still you seem to find somethin' 'bout me That isn't right, right, right, right
Burn me a fire in the reptile house In the colour and the carnage fall me down My face in the fire in the reptile house And the kissing and the colour
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Oh Mama, don't walk away I'm a goddam sore loser I ain't too proud to stay But I'm still thinking 'bout you And I'm so lonesome without you And I can
I don?t want to spend the rest of my life Starin' at a man, looking down a line What?s he say? Not my style Just a stylized version of an obsolete file
Well I've been driving on Bald Mountain Well I've been driving on Bald Mountain Well I've been driving on Bald Mountain But I've done my time, you know
Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home Had dreams about the west and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail They say heaven's at
There's a cold wind in the winter of my mind A season that lasts through all changes in time I try so hard, sometimes I wish there was a rain check on
I know your life on earth was troubled And only you could know the pain You weren't afraid to face the Devil You were no stranger to the rain Go rest
