No land is so terribly dry, And we've seen no crop Without the raindrops. And normally the weeds will survive And keeps our seeds from dying. Will we
She's bored with staring at the sun Waiting for the night to come Those objects crowded in her sky Will never be identified Wait patiently for exclamations
mind They don't think straight, they don't think straight We've been very obsessed with the time Picking the the scabs that have grown from our minds The world is
I'm a blind man In a dark room And I'm searching for that black cat I gotta move before he moves Cause I think he's crossed my every path I'm a bad man
me And I got you where I want you Let love bring you to your knees If I cannot have you darling no one will This fairy tale is ending, this fairy tale is
Such a firecracker, that they run when you're lit Labeled a criminal by your attacker and the mind bending hit They get subliminal Wire up the lie detector
This is how I built my wife, Brought a dead body to life, With the soul of a gypsy queen, And the brightest eyes that I'd ever seen. Gave her two murderous
I seen the case, it's a nice place For a nice man to come home There just ain't no where to hang your hat from The wrong taste in the right place You
[Originally by Reba McEntire] I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On
place is strange, it goes on and on and it's never gonna change One thing you will learn in time Things are always fine One thing you will learn tonight Everything is
Like a scene in science fiction where the creature will not die. I've been using perfect diction, even though I'm terrified. I see you smiling through
Is there a place that we can go to teach the children not to grow? Where lovers don't remember where they met and heartbreak is easy to forget? Is there
Imagine the surprise, we finally let him know He has the Devil's eyes, and that's unhealable In between mean shadows Sit back, relax, let your mind
Little boy, if you run away again, Press your luck inside your mama's shoes, You'll be out dancing down in the lion's den. I guess you didn't ever think
(Instrumental)
There is something wrong with me That's why I wrote this note I've joined the writers who believe they have the antidote So I will go quickly now and
as they come and go, distorted and making sure that they always fall in. And will I recover? Good poison is not the cure although, love is the synonym
is slowly falling (failing) out And she's falling like the rain? And I'm falling like the rain? Cut throat The pretty ones burning the smell is amazing