I'm here trying to make a living. I ain't living just to die. Never getting back what I'm giving. Wont someone help me, someone justify. Why these strong hands are on the unemployment line.
In my hallucination. I saw my beloved's flower garden. In my vertigo, in my dizziness. In my drunken haze. Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel.
I'm giving up the ghost of love. And a shadow is cast on devotion. . She is the one that I adore. Queen of my silent suffocation. . Break this bittersweet spell on me.
Baby why don't we just turn that TV off?. Three hundred fifteen channels. Of nothing but bad news on. Well, it might be me, but the way I see it. The whole wide world has gone crazy.
(Schmit/Brown/Peterson). Look at what I found. You better sit down. And check out this photograph. Hey, look what we're doing. Why has it been so long since we laughed like that?.
I know what makes me comfortable. And I know what makes me tick. And when I need to get my way. I know how to pour it on thick. . Cream and sugar in my coffee.
Honey on a teaspoon, sugar in a bowl. An eager man's always an easy catch. Butter on the skillet, whiskey in a glass. To start a flame you've gotta light a match.
Mama's high heels, cherry lipstick. And a goodwill dress. Play pretending, danced for the mirror. A fairytale princess. . Pretty things are yours to hold.
You been gone. You been gone. You been gone one day. one day to long. . I'm the kind of woman who understands. How the road can be so hard on a traveling man.
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire. Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge. Just a crazy roughneck's daughter. Jumped head-first into the water. Baptized away my sins.
Up and down the stairs. In and out the door. Walked every inch of the floor. . You think you know a place. But there locked in an empty room. Out of the dark comes you.
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I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride. They gon' ride! We all gon' ride!. . I've come from the heart of South Side. Holdin' it down for my niggaz that died. I gotta dizzy bird on my side.
A new zip code is what I need. Any place where your heartache can't finds me. Ain't a bar in this town where I can lose your memory. So I'm kissing this dirt goodbye.
Seven sins of wantonness. And everythin' that's good is gone. Sell it for the glory from the peers. Silicone priestess scratch the back and. Twists the knife to bone.