Don't call me your baby. I won't answer. Love is like cancer. And I am immune. . To all that you're bringing. The tune that you're singing. A sign of a locked room.
He was elected, wingnut raised and corn fed. Teabags dragging on the chamber floor. He did what he had to do to get southern boys to vote for you. To grease the wheels to get you in the door.
My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it. Nine bullets in my roommate's gun. My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it. Gonna find a use for every last one.
(Me and my Annette, we was as fond as we could be. We was set to marry in October thirty three. I set my sights on courting her, as fine as she could be.
I'm a sinister elf,. With a sinister plan,. Santa's little helper,. With too much time on my hands,. He's got a fine lookin' wife,. For such an old man,.
When all your good days keep getting shorter. Count on me. When you're about twenty-cents shy of a quarter. Count on me. . When you just need a place to hide out for a while.
I don't want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold.. I don't like the way he looks at you, and the way she looks at me,. Way they look at each other, like we're just part of some private joke..
If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain. No more for my soul to keep. I wonder who will drive my car. I wonder if my Mom will weep. . If I throw myself off Lookout Mountain.
On the day that she was buried. Her Daddy stood out by the cemetery fence. Prayed to God for forgiveness. For surely all of this is punishment for my sins.
Let me tell ya'll a story. So far fetched it must be true. Bout a bunch of fatherless boys from Florida and a boy who was man enough for two.. Practiced twelve hours a day in the Hell House.
Dropped acid, Blue Oyster Cult concert, fourteen years old,. And I thought them lasers were a spider chasing me.. On my way home, got pulled over in Rogersville Alabama,.
Late for church again. Never seem to be on time. Hear the bells as they peal through the holler. Doesn't sound like a friend of mine. . A hundred eyes turn as I enter.
Late for church again. Never seem to be on time. Hear the bells as they peal through the holler. Doesn't sound like a friend of mine. . A hundred eyes turn as I enter.
I do believe, I do believe, I do believe I saw you standing there. Sunlight in your hair reflecting in your eyes. I do believe, I do believe, I do believe I saw you standing there.
Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me there's a fit about to get thrown. If we get the van out of the ditch before morning ain't nobody got to know what I done.
Your momma can't stand the way you lay around all day. And lean on her to help you on your way. You use her credit cards, complain cause it's so hard.
I think I'm gonna call the Police, I hear something upstairs. I know good and well there ain't nothing good going on up there. There's probably ten or more of them sittin' all around.
One more night, one more show, four down, eighty-four to go. This ain't no time for moving slow. . Greenville to Baton Rouge. I'll call you up when I get through.
Too much of you still on my mind thinking about you almost all the time. Missing you since you left me behind I've got too much of you still on my mind.
I fall into a lifeless pattern of sin. Different, different, different. . Take part, soul flammable gas. Play your role of uncertain death. I'm havin' neither part nor lot in such path.