Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive His body's decomposing in containers
My friend you were the model, a priceless work of art Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of your heart And I heard you wrote that record
There's a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot And he doesn't bite but he begs And he knows what's true, so if you are he'll follow you If you're headed
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night If all your life, you've
It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the
One September morning when I was five My daddy said, "Son, rise from your bed." I thought, I must be dreaming, it's still dark outside He said, "Son if
Four walls to hear me four walls to see Four walls too near me closing in on me Out where the bright lights are glowing You're drawn like a moth to a
I never knew I was close to you You seemed so dead inside I kept trying just to see it through Just to be with you, just to take a ride Promise me that
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The man who preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laied to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes They hired me and
[Sheek] You in the circle line, what's wrong Ain't your yacht out yet Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher slash (?) Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly
Zoom zoom zoom Zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom zoom Zoom zoom zoom Zoom zoom zoom, zoom zoom zoom As I sit in my four cornered room As I sit in my four cornered
Out where the bright lights are glowing you're drawn like a moth to a flame You laugh while the wine's overflowing while I sit and whisper your name Four
Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run high All these things that don't change come what may But my good times are all gone and I'm bound
When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till
Refrain: Four strong winds that blow long Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change Come what may Well, our good times are all gone
I mushed from Port Barrol through a blizzard of snow Been out prospecting for two years or so Pulled into Fairbanks, the city was a boon So I took a little
Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind I know just where my feet should