(Lou Reed) Here she comes you better watch your step She's going to play you for a fool, it's true It's not hard to realize Just look into her false
(Lou Reed) Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel just about everything Lately I'm just feeling bad Lately I'm just feeling
(Roger Miller) (Trailers for sale Trailers for sale Trailers for sale) I ain't got no cigarettes It takes four hours of pushin' broom To buy a four
(Tyler/Perry) Light voices scream, nothing seems real's a dream Leaving the things that you learned behind Leaving the things that you love behind
(Lou Reed) (chorus 1) There she goes again (there she goes) She's out on the street again (there she goes) She's down on her knees my friend (there
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me" Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) Hey, this is David I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma Put on my boots and going down to Walters Get me some barbecue Bring
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe/Ayers) Windout - if you're out of wind Windout - if you're really spent Windout - if you're young and red (chorus) Yeah,
Get my bloodied corpse out of your "love song" coz this shit was never worth a pash in the back of the tour van. Punk rock boys club what did i expect
stumble through the A P T We'll stumble through the yard Force fields, explorer racing home, the ancient star Yellow mixed with golden hue, scan the graveyard, dead
Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel just about everything Lately I'm just feeling bad Lately I'm just feeling bad Linger
Postcard stowaway within Pristine indigo without Banded Ottoman as such Sofa seated one too much All along the range, all along the range Ages of you
Women got legs, men got pants I got the picnic, you got the ants Put it in the fire heaven knows Take my torch and touch your toes in hell It's a burning
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Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself Don't get caught Suspicion yourself, suspicion yourself Let others out Wilder, lower wolves Here's a house to
From the back of my neck, oh, oh, oh Wired a glass jaw, oh, oh Plantation burning your boat is coming in Strum your Jew's-harp, you're reeking gin Running
Windout if you're out of wind Windout if you're really spent Windout if you're young and red Yeah, tick tock, it's ten o'clock Once is good enough, you
Secluded in a marker stone not only deadlier But smarter too, smarter too All along the tomb, all along the ruin Secluded in a marker stone not only deadlier