again he knows what he knows but it isn't the same, watching insults launched over his head he's out of the game but he isn't quite dead the human remains
And you're looking away Looking for what's next And strange how through time we look the same Your eyes and mine looking away Too scared to see human remains
Hey Remember all those psychedelic nights When your head come loose and floated into the lights And all them girls without any tops at all Down in the
I?m 13 years old I hate your guts an I got a zip gun I got a reefer I?ve been screwing since I was 9 an I can make you or break you with charm I steal
Every night the same light shines From your eyes and back to mine With a vision of the love We thought was true But the darkness of the world out there
Hey I don?t need no chickenshit business man tellin? me what to do Even if you ain?t got no business same thing goes for you I don?t need no sweet faced
Hey Up on the Caprock Me and my baby ride Goin a hundred miles an hour Cause this old Ford can still fly Got Four Roses in a sack An we ain?t lookin?
Running naked down the state highway Runnin naked in the middle of the day Runnin naked like a tom cat?s behind Runnin naked but the cat don?t seem to
Ah standing in the kitchen Looking out the window Wondering when she?ll come home You know she?s out drinking And you been thinking When she gets back
There?s a one-legged woman On the dance floor An that one leg?s so pretty She don?t need no more She?s got a graceful demeanor Ahhh pure ballerina Who
yeah I know you don?t understand this But I think you have a death wish Even though I know you do not want to die Yeah you just want to fall in love
There?s an old shoe Out on the highway Tells us of the Wilderness of this World And an old dirt floor Moves under me and you Tells us of the Wilderness
Well he just turned 17 When he left old Abilene With his bags?and permission From the kin Yeah but things just weren?t the same After his Momma signed
During the time of the second World War A small town in Italy Death Came Aboard Train number 8017 It wasn?t strafing of bombing Clandestine de-railings
Little Sandy Little Sandy Little Sandy Outside A cold wind blows But it?s colder inside You lay in your crib But no lights in your eyes Little Sandy
shines over me And how will i live If you take all the give That you have for me That you have for me Without so madly Without so fast Yet still we remain
Cease of life a human sacrifice Lying wastefully in the blood Organs pulled out from inside The remaining butchered torsos lie Encircling the pentagram Cauldrans burning human
shines over me And how will I live if you take all the give That you have for me? That you have for me Without so madly Without so fast Yet still we remain
