Definitely,. this is the wrong place to be,. There's blood on the futon,. And there's a kid drinkin' fire.. Goin' down to the sea,. They got people to meet,.
Stereopathetic soulmanure version. I thought i heard a chainsaw. rather late last night. i woke this morning. and i knew i was right. I got the cut-in-half blues.
Plastic donut, can of spam. There's no kindness in this land. Better not let my good girl catch you here. She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer.
Oh country down. Where I found my proving ground. All along the floodline. Wheels are turning around. The hills roll out like centuries. Pass by without a sound.
Cold brains, unmoved. Untouched, unglued. Alone at last. No thoughts, no mind. To rot behind. A trail of disasters. . A final curse. Abandoned hearse.
I can't believe what we've seen outside. You and me watching the jets go by. Oh, Oooh, Oh. Oh, Oooh, Oh. . Drown by sea, so many people've already drowned.
Strange ways coming today; I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away. Been a long time since a federal dime. Made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind.
Strange ways coming today; I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away. Been a long time since a federal dime. Made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind.