Every time I travel to a new city. I go on my run everyday. Often there's a side walk where I send my running feet. Woah, this time I think I'll run a different way.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, I start to slip. Don't mind if I slide off. Now I feel my mood starts to lift, I find my grip. And the screaming fades away below.
You won't steal my poor heart again. You won't steal my poor heart again. You won't steal my tape recorder. I'll call the Lord and He'll put you in the pen.
The old man knows very well. Going down round the snowbank, there's a mound. A mound that an old man knows good. Look who raises his shoe all over this mound.
Reba sink a boulder in the water. Reba tie a cable to a tree. Reba stuck in a game of lipstick perfume flypaper. Reba press a razor to a slide cross a needle with a prune.
I'd like to cut your head off so I could weigh it, what do ya say?. Five pounds, six, pounds, seven pounds. I'd like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick all the.
I went down to the guitar store. And I bought myself some things. Then I went home to fix this guitar. To see if it could sing. . When I got done I plugged it in.
Highway Bill's on the rotary still. And he can't even feel the pain. Of a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulder. That cut him right across his vein.
When I get home from work, what do I do?. I try to kill you. When I get home from work, what do I do?. I try to kill you. . And why would I try to kill you?.
The first time I came over I was bitten by your dog. You weren't even there 'cause you were walkin' in the fog. I call you up and plead and beg and talk to your machine.