There was a boy who liked to wiggle his tooth loose. So he could show it. Then we'd watch while he'd tie it to a doorknob. Wind up and then slam it. .
A friend is a need. Like a gauze when you bleed. And you're layin' and cryin' away. And the dozen or so. Of the friends that I know. Aren't worth the time anyway.
I've sharpened all my tools. I follow all the rules. I'm a handyman. I've purchased all my sweets. I've cooked up all my treats. I'm a candyman. . It's alright, baby.
You've got. Nothing on me. And I will. Go down in history. For being. The best you'll ever see. In your life. (In your life).. And I'll say goodbye. On the parkway tonight, alright. Alright..
What you don't know won't hurt you. but will kill you in the long run,. i'm sick of wasting all my time. as i slip through your fingers.. . you got what i need.
What you don't know won't hurt you. But will kill you in the long run. I'm sick of wasting all my time. As I slip through your fingers. . You got what I need.
Hang your head low;. Make me believe. That everything you need. Is right in front of me.. I'll wave goodbye,. As you screamed out one last time. And drove right out of my life..
We built this country on "democracy". We stole this land through hypocricy. We found ourselves some liberation. And we hid our guilt on the reservation.
You told me about your broken life. What did you want me to think?. We shared the same cup all along. You call it poison. I call it life. Remember when we stood together?.
I see your broken smile,. Like you don't know what you're looking for.. It's been there for quite a while,. But I've got something that gives you more..
In two, alone he'll forget the time. Burn money to ashes, be drunken with wine. A fool, not knowing his left from right. He's losing direction his home within sight.
Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be. You bear your ideology so stoically. That all that you can see, is inferiority. Here I am, my head in a cloud.
It was a cold dark morning when I bid Tranent adieu. I braved the snow to Fisherow tae Stags for a pint or two. Then in you walked as bold as brass wi a boy, you seemed over the moon.
This is my story. This is my song. It's a long way from Gorgie. To the fields o' the Somme. Where they played tunes of glory. As we marched along. The pals o' the Sporting Battalion.
One for the sailing ship safe cross the sea. One for the Hessian's bold company. One for the soldier who will follow me. One for the rightful king whoever he may be.
[Unverified] on up, and there's a stub on the sky. . Ooh, you can still come and bring me coffee in the morning. You can still come and make me chicken fried steak.
Fade-in intro:. G-b-c-g(sus4). Em-c-g-g7-b-em-c(7). G-b-c-g(sus4). . G I left my baby, b I left her c down in hollywood g(sus4) cemetary. Weren't a cloud in the b sky, but how I c wish it was g(sus4) raining.
A-d-a(sus4). A-d-a(sus4). G-d-g-d-e. A-f#m-e-a. . A hold of myself, d just trying to get a a(sus4) hold of myself. A-d just trying to get a a(sus4) hold of myself.
Origin: kerosene hat. Soraya rozkuszka: "someone at the san francisco shows, bugs I think, was talking about the recording of kerosene hat--the snoring [on hi-desert biker meth lab] was supposedly the security g.
My people came out of the forests and the mountains, into this unpromising land.. Scratched out a living in this desert valley; hard living for any man..