These four walls, they whisper to me They know a secret, I knew they would not keep Didn't take long for the room to fill with dust And these four walls
Listen doctor I have pain that grows inside myself shelf me please I just can't ease the pain I need some drugs to help ah pollution fills my lungs
I'm walking out In a force ten gale Birds thrown around Bullets for hail The roof is pulling off By its fingernails Your voice is rapping On my windowsill
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods Bend your body to the heavens above Don't get drunk, don't get dry Just bring your money next Saturday night Fourteen
Verse 1: We got the horses moving we got the woofers grooving we got the waylon wailin everybody's head is bobbin I got the muffler flowin I got my
Once I lived on a dead end street With a little bitty woman with big ol' feet It was always dark, we was always poor The number outside was forty-four
i wanted to talk to you - pick up the phone i don't want to be alone said i need someone to hold on tight get ready for this magical ride helplessly
Win...lose...draw...die Scarface: I read the book of revalations And now I realize we in revalations And on that note I make this statement For all
Like a little old fashioned music box With just one tune to play My heart keeps singing I love you Twenty-four hours a day Like a little old fashioned
A flask I drink of sober tea While relay cameras monitor me And the buzz surrounds it does Buzz surrounds Buzz surrounds Closed eyed sky wide open Unlimited
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Twenty-four oceans Twenty-four skies Twenty-four failures And twenty-four tries Twenty-four finds me In twenty-fourth place With twenty-four drop outs
Entre cuatro paredes de nuevo me encuentro Y de pronto no hay nadie que oiga mis lamentos Y mi conciencia sufre con problemas y cosas Que quisiera olvidar
My Grandpa farmed for a livin', content to live the simpler kind of life My Grandma worked in the kitchen awfully proud to be that farmer's wife They
Needed some time so I could find A little strength to redefine What I've become, what I have done I never asked to be the one I'm riding it out This
Six of one and half a dozen Black guitars and plastic blues Hide behind a wall of nothing Nothing said and nothing new Four chords that made a million
I listened to a lecture of nonsense 'til dawn By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on He said, "How did you ever dream up that song The one where the
