All my friends always talk about. The stories of moving on and getting out. They're packing up and heading south. Their heads full of hopes and dreams, they're just like me.
There's a black cloud over this house. That's been around for 3 years now. There's a thunderstorm inside. And it won't go away. . That's why they call it a union.
There's a black cloud over this house. That's been around for 3 years now. There's a thunderstorm inside. And it won't go away. . That's why they call it a union.
A friend of mine he pointed out to me. That who I've become. Is not the same person that I used to be. A friend of mine he pointed out to me. That I'm not the same as I used to be.
Dear, you won't answer me, did you honestly think I'd ever leave?. If you'd somehow just believe me. You've gotta know right now that these words still sting.
Don't call me rich, don't call me George. Just call me cheez that's who I am. Don't call me rich, don't call me George. Just call me cheez that's who I am.