Texty:
Days In Grief

Did you ever have one of those days? From the moment you woke up nothing went your way I know that you have, everybody does Your life isn't perfect, and

of forgotten times, Days of the falconer, Telling all the sins of a man who lived long ago, Listen to the songs of the ancient bards, Days of the falconer

my bridal days. And I collapsed in a forlorn paradise. Through forgotten fields of remembrance As the moments of harmony die, We cry with Ebony hearts of grief

be rain And as beautiful as life is there still could be pain Down the block I hear the sirens just-a screaming away And then the inevitable happens the ending of days

Chorus No I'm not the blame I'ts not my fault you change girl I'm still the same man who gave you everything you wanted Chorus I remember days gone

steal And they rode around and 'round on heaven's wheel Father Jesus, I'm an outlaw, killer and a thief And I slow down only to sow my grief I'm Outlaw

, never win, but you know Through you I spit and make the whole globe glow I zone on all the things you ever did for me, my grief as a kid Easing my

three-two on contact Cogniac, get me strapped with the black gat Itchin' to bomb back Hoes can't get no sleep Bullets hit your chin for the grief that

like a broken stove Me and my Filipinos, Tongans and Cholos ... On the soil, taking precaution On the roof, in the trees with the Latins, listening and watching, oooh ... Good grief