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Social Distortion Hard Times And Nursery Rhymes

head hanging down Wondering how in the hell I got myself into this mess And more importantly How I was gonna get myself out of it So I wrote a song for you, baby girl And

pants and comb my hair Today?s the day, I ain?t got nothing I ain?t got nothing, I ain?t got a care The sun is out; it?s shining bright The birds are singing and

Gimme the sweet and lowdown You better get outta the way It?s history made the hard way From a hero to a zero once again Ain?t no time for vanity Or

times I couldn't hear your side Or put myself in your place My relationship skills had simply run out And when our times were good they were good And

am I just a fool? Yea, you can run away But I won't run no more [x2] And when you're sick and tired of playing all the games And now you realize that

the morning don't sing anymore The grass in the valley is starting to die And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry Alone and forsaken by fate and

I'll tell you something, baby, that's a fact Never see a horse, with a luggage rack All your money, your hard earned pay It don't mean shit, bloody hell

a pink carnation and a pinstripe suit, a hopped-up V8 Ford and some two-tone shoes And I'm already gone, I like the pool of the blood and sorrow, I've

line Take me down, take me on down the line Living in a Hollywood movie dream And still reaching for the stars Life gets hard and then it gets good,