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
Well I'm a high straight in Plainview Side bet in Idalou An a fresh deck in New Deal Yeah Some call me high hand An some call me low hand But I'm holdin
Well they found her dead Face down in a ditch And they chased and caught That son of a bitch Ain't no top 40 song They put him on trial He killed her
Cocktails for three Ohhh it's gettin to me Yeah passin afternoons Sittin in these cocktail rooms Ahhh from nine to five I'm in the pink 'Cause after
His lonely is only A blank space in the hallway On the wallway Between the hanging Of paintings Of lonely that ain't lonely At all... Well...the Art
See how the rain Falls from the sky Drifting down From your high mountain's eye But don't look surprised You're going home Yeah you're leaving L.A.
Well it's not silly When she brings you your chili To grab a cracker And distract her...with a crunch A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only see her once
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
Yeah she got them red eyes Ahhh from doin the red pills And she says it's for the high times Yeah she says it's for thrills So she does reds...with her
Yeah He never done too good When he's in high school Ahhh He never even talked To a popular girl Yeah He just hung around Down at the drive-in Honkin
Oh my mother She is a mountain And her breast It touch the sky And my father He is a river Running through her Sweet bye and bye And my sister She is
from the east side of chicago to the down side of l.a. there's no place that he goes we don't bow down to him and pray yeah we follow him to the slaughter
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
Well I was caught up with myself On the highway at night Drivin like a bat outta hell When I beheld an amazing sight It was a lonely apparition By the
Yeah She tried to live On the inside An get a house?an make a home An She tried to give And be satisfied Livin close?to the bone But As time It passed
In this world today Where we're living Some folks say The worst of us they can But when we are dead And in our caskets They always slip some lilies In
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
(A Regional Tragedy) He was a panhandle prince?ahhh Schoolboy football king They told him "Hi" in the halls 'Cause he could run them balls But it was
