I just want to light you up. Light you up like a fire. I just want to turn you on. Turn you on and take you higher. . Everybody wants a flat screen. Everybody wanna be seen.
I turned 17, spring of 1861. And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21. 20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in. There they lay in the cold red Georgia play at Catoosa County.
There's a factory standing empty. Where we built your Chevrolet. And we sent our kids to college. On a forty hour wage. . But now the windows all are broken.
Well, he was from a small town. In Northern Mississippi. She was raised on the Puget Sound. A third generation hippie. . Fate would take them to L.A. County.