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LAS CRUCES JAIL.WELL I SPENT LAST NIGHT IN LAS CRUCES JAIL. RAIN AND HAIL. BORN TO FAIL. NOBODY COME FOR TO GO MY BAIL. SUN DON’T YOU RISE NO MORE. GUESS I KILLED ONE MAN ON THE COUNTY LINE. TOOK HIS DIME AND I BLEW HIS MIND. NOW I’M JUST SITTIN’ HERE DOIN’ TIME. SUN DON’T YOU RISE NO MORE. A RESTLESS WIND IS WHISTLING THROUGH THE CANYONS, THROUGH MY HEAD, THROUGH ALL THE STRAITS THAT I’VE SURVIVED. AND IN MY HOUR OF DARKNESS I KEEP COUNSEL WITH THE DEAD, JUST ENOUGH TO REMIND ME I’M ALIVE. I WROTE TO THE GOVERNOR FOR TO HEAR MY PLEA BUT HE DON’T EVEN ANSWER ME. THE JUDGE SAID HE’S BOUND TO SET MY SPIRIT FREE. SUN DON’T YOU RISE NO MORE. GAVEL FELL, HE CHOSE THE DAY, FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH OF MAY. BUT I DON’T PLAN TO GO THAT WAY. SUN DON’T YOU RISE NO MORE. THAT’S TWENTY-ONE FELL BY MY GUN, WITH BULLETS IN THEIR BRAINS. JUST NEED ONE MORE TO MATCH MY AGE. THEN I’LL COUNT MY KILLIN’ DONE BUT I WON’T DENY MY NAME: QUICKEST WRIST OF THE CHAPARRAL AND SAGE. NOW DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEN, I’M JUST A KID BUT I’LL PRETEND. MY TIME WILL COME BUT UNTIL THEN, SUN DON’T YOU RISE NO MORE. BUT I SEE THAT GALLOWS ALTAR, THAT CIRCLE ‘ROUND THE SUN. THEY’LL HANG ME IF I STAY HERE, SHOOT ME IF I RUN. THAT JAILER BETTER WATCH HIS PRIDE OR OFF MY WRISTS THESE SHACKLES SLIDE. HEAR MY RESTLESS FORTY-FIVE. SUN DON’T YOU RISE NO MORE. AND DOWN THE VALLEY, DOWN THE ROAD, TO INFAMY I’LL RIDE. I’LL TAKE MY PARDON ON THE RUN, WITH A TRAIL OF DEATH BEHIND ME AND DELUVINA AT MY SIDE, TWO SILHOUETTES AGAINST THE SUN. [EPILOGUE: GOODNIGHT MY ANDALUCíA. DON’T BUY ALL THE LIES THAT THEY FEEDYA. AND WHILE YOU’RE HEADING SLOWLY TO SOME PLACE I CANT RESPECT, I’LL KEEP YOU IN MY COLLECTION OF REGRETSæDUERME BIEN, QUERIDO.] BACK TO THE TOP |
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STEADY ROLLIN’. YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN ME ‘NEATH THE POOL HALL LIGHTS. WELL BABY I GO BACK EACH NIGHT. IF YOU GOT A THROAT I GOT A KNIFE. STEADY ROLLIN’ I KEEP GOIN’. I DON’T MIND HOW QUICK THE SEASONS CHANGE. YOU KNOW TO ME THEY’S EVERY ONE THE SAME. I SEEN THE SUNSHINE DRIP THE DRAIN. DEATH’S COMIN’. I’M STILL RUNNIN’. MY LOVIN’ LADY SHE’S A BALL-AND-CHAIN. I STILL CAN TRAVEL BUT MY SPEED HAS CHANGED. I BRING THE MONEY. I TAKE THE BLAME. STEADY ROLLIN’ I KEEP GOIN’. BUT I SHOT MY WIFE TODAY, DROPPED HER BODY IN THE FRISCO BAY. I HAD NO CHOICE IT WAS THE ONLY WAY. DEATH’S COMIN’. I’M STILL RUNNIN’. OUT WALTZING WITH THE HOLY GHOST, FROM THE BOWERY TO THE BARBARY COAST. THE PLACE I’M FROM YOU KNOW I LOVE THE MOST. STEADY ROLLIN’ I KEEP GOIN’. AND EVERYDAY IS JUST ANOTHER TOWN. THE MORE I SEARCH YOU KNOW THE LESS I’VE FOUND. ME, I’M A SUCKER JUST A SLAVE TO SOUND. DEATH’S COMIN’. I’M STILL RUNNIN’. WELL I COME FROM THE OLD TIME BABY, TOO LATE FOR YOU TO SAVE ME. IF I REMAIN THEN I’M TO BLAME. BUT IF YOU SHOULD EVER LEAVE ME, I’LL GO WHERE ‘ER YOU LEAD ME. ITS ALL THE SAME, THE SAME OLD GAME. BACK TO THE TOP |
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SOME SLENDER REST. MAMA GO MAKE MY BED. TUCK IN THE ABSURD. THESE CONFESSIONS ARE MINE BUT I’LL CLAIM NOT A WORD. IT’S A RESTLESS PARADE THAT PASSES ME BY, AND THROUGH THE CRACKS IN MY PALM I’VE SEEN THEM ALL GONE: SOME SEQUENCE OF LIVES. SHE CALLS OUT ALONE WITH A PAIN IN HER VOICE. IT’S THE WOUND OF BETRAYAL, ITS THE WEAPON OF CHOICE THAT LEFT HER HEART ON DISPLAY: TWO TATTOOS OF SKIN, ONE OF ICE ONE OF TIN, FOR THE DAYS HAVE GONE BY. BUT I AIN’T ONE TO REMINISCE. CLOSE MY HEART AND CLENCH MY FIST. NOW THE DAYS SWIFTLY PASS WITH A CHESTFULL OF FEAR. HERE THE MINUTES ARE OURS BUT THE MOMENTS ARE YOURS. AND OLD ACQUAINTANCES PASS, IN TRIOS IN PAIRS. IF THEY STAY OR THEY GO, ONE STRUGGLES TO KNOW, ONE STRUGGLES TO CARE. BUT OUT BEYOND THE PENITENTIARY WALLS, THE WIND BLOWS HARD, THE HIGHWAY CALLS. AND IF YOU SHOULD PASS THE ST. JAMES HOTEL, PLEASE STOP IN ‘CAUSE I KNEW YOU WELL. BUT THAT WAS OH SO LONG AGO. AND NO, I NEVER LEARNED HOW TO LET GO. BUT IF YOU FEAR YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE SICK OF THIS LIFE. IF YOU’RE RECKLESS OF HAND AND TREMBLING A KNIFE, THOUGH YOUR DOORS PREFER LOCKS AND YOUR DEATH PREFERS SPOONS, COME STEP OUT YOUR GATE, ONE LAST LAUGH AT FATE, FOREVER IS TOO SOON. BUT IF I’M SICK OR IF I’M WELL, ACROSS THE FIELD THE DEATH BELL KNELLS, SO RUN AND TELL MY DARLING TRUE THAT MY DEATH IS SHORT, MY BREATH IS YOU. SO PLEASE COME DOWN AND TAKE MY HAND, MY LAST DEMAND. AND LEAD ME TO SOME SLENDER REST, BUT PLEASE DISMISS WHAT I CONFESS. BACK TO THE TOP |
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LONG SUMMER DAY. ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN IS POOR. OWE MY SKIN TO THE COUNTRY STORE. DON’T OWN MY WALLS, MY ROOF, MY DOOR, AND HE TELLS ME I’M FREE. BUT WHY FIGHT THE WILL TO LIVE. HELL MIGHT TAKE BUT HEAVEN GIVES, THERE’S ONLY ONE SO I’LL FORGIVE. NO I AIN’T ONE TO GRIEVE. BUT THE SUMMER DAY MAKES A WHITE MAN LAZY. HE SITS ON HIS PORCH KILLING TIME. I’VE GOT TO WORK TO FEED MY WIFE AND BABY. I WORK SO GODDAMN HARD THAT IT’S A CRIME. WELL I WENT DOWN TO THE POLLING PLACE BUT THE WHITE MAN THERE JUST LAUGHED IN MY FACE. SAID, “BOY THIS AIN’T NO NIGGER’S RACE. YOU BEST GET ON YOUR WAY. “SIR I BELIEVE I’VE GOT THE RIGHT.” HE SAID, “YOU AIN’T GOT NOTHIN’ IF YOU AIN’T WHITE. AND I THOUGHT I SAID GET OUT OF SIGHT.” WELL WHAT WAS I TO SAY. THE SUMMER DAY MAKES A WHITE MAN LAZY. WHEN I WAS ABOUT THE AGE OF FIVE, I WATCHED MY DADDY BURNED ALIVE. THEY CUT HIM LOW AND THEY HUNG HIM HIGH, SWAYING IN THE BREEZE. BUT THE LAST WORDS I HEARD HIM SAY BEFORE THEY STOLE HIS LIFE THAT DAY WAS “FORGIVE THEM LORD, THEY’VE GONE ASTRAY. PLEASE TAKE ME TO MY EASE.” THE SUMMER DAY MAKES A WHITE MAN LAZY. WELL I DON’T KNOW BUT I HEARD TELL OF A FURNACE BELOW, A PLACE CALLED HELL AND WHO WOULD CATCH ME IF I FELL? WHO WOULD PRAY FOR ME? BUT ONE THING I SEE FOR SURE, ITS HOT AS HELL UP HERE I KNOW AND THE DEVIL LIVES RIGHT DOWN THE ROAD. IT’S ALL THE SAME TO ME. ‘CAUSE THE SUMMER DAY MAKES A WHITE MAN LAZY. HE SITS ON HIS PORCH KILLING TIME. BUT THE SUMMER DAY MAKES A NIGGA’ FEEL CRAZY. MIGHT MAKE ME DO SOMETHING OUT OF LINE. WELL IF YOU SHOULD SEE MY WIFE TELL HER I WON’T BE HOME TONIGHT, SO DON’T LEAVE ON THE LIGHT. I’VE GOT A LITTLE BUSINESS DOWN THE ROAD. AND IF I’M DEAD BY SUNRISE KISS MY BABY GIRL FOR ME. IT AIN’T LIFE IF IT AIN’T FREE. I’VE GOT A MIGHTY BURDEN TO UNLOAD. BACK TO THE TOP |
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THE PRODIGAL SON. WELL I’VE BEEN A DISCLAIMER FOR TWENTY-FOUR YEARS. POOR MOTHER DROWNED IN A PILLOW OF TEARS. I’M WELL KNOWN IN STORY, FAMOUS IN SONG. THE BLACK SHEEP, THE BLEMISH, THE ONE WHO WENT WRONG. MY CRIME IS DISCOMFORT AND A MIND ILL AT EASE; OLD CROW ON MY SHOULDER, GENETIC DISEASE. MY SIBLINGS, MY RIVALS MIGHT TEND TO MY WAKE, BUT GRIEVE ME NOT BROTHERS, I’S MOTHER’S MISTAKE. AND ALL THE GRAND EXPECTATIONS OF AN EPOCH OF WEALTH LEAVES ME LONG TO CRAWL BACK TO THE WOMB. WELL I’VE TASTED YOUR GRACE PLACED IT BACK ON THE SHELF. DRAG YOUR PEDIGREE LIVES TO YOUR TOMB. WELL I CAME FROM THIS CITY A VICTIM OF PEACE BUT I’VE GROWN FAR TOO FILTHY TO ATTEND TO THE FEAST. SO I’LL TAKE TO THE HILLS TO LIVE SAVAGE AND FREE. I DON’T NEED NOBODY, NOBODY NEEDS ME. I DON’T NEED NOBODY, NOBODY NEEDS ME. BACK TO THE TOP
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THRENODY. GATHER ‘ROUND YOU WOUNDED PEOPLE; SHADOWS FALL UPON THE STEEPLE. SOON SHALL COME THE CLOSING OF, THE CLOSING OF THE GATES. FOR THERE IS WORD OF PLAGUE AMONG US. CURSE THE ONE WHOSE POISON STUNG US. ALL ALONG THEY ALLEYWAYS THE SATYRS WAIT THEIR FATE. BUT WHO’S TO BLAME WHEN ALL ARE GUILTY; MORALS STAINED AND CONSCIENCE FILTHY, ABREAST YOUR IDOL REPLICAS, YOUR REPLICAS OF LUST. IN THE SKY I HEAR THE THRESHING. DARE TO WATCH YOUR LORD UNDRESSING. WHILE YOU BEG FORGIVENESS YOU FEED ON HIS DISGUST. BUT IF PERHAPS THE SALT MIGHT STAIN YOUR SKIN, AND IF PERHAPS THE SMOKE MIGHT WEEP YOUR EYES, LISTEN WHILE THE THRENODIES BEGIN. KNOW NO ONE IN HERE GETS OUT ALIVE. BUT LET YOUR FRAILTY NOT DECEIVE YOU; A LITTLE PINPRICK, REST RELIEVES YOU, AND DREAM OF ALL THE DAYS THAT ARE, THE YEARS THAT ARE TO COME. FOR YOU WILL DANCE AND YOU’LL BE NIMBLE_PIROUETTES UPON A THIMBLE_AND I WILL BE BESIDE YOU LEST I LOSE YOU ONCE AGAIN. BUT IF PERHAPS MY SORROWS ARE ALL SHOW AND I SHOULD FIND A CRACK AMONG THE GATES, GUILT SHALL FOLLOW ME WHERE EVER I GO. THOUGH I TRY I KNOW I CANT ESCAPE. AND WHEN YOU’RE GONE THE EARTH WILL CRUMBLE. I WILL TRY BUT I WILL STUMBLE AND ALL THROUGH THESE CITY STREETS MY ROBES SHALL DRAG THE GROUND. HEAR THE CHILDREN SWING WITH SORROW. YESTERDAY WAS ONCE TOMORROW. NO MORE I’LL BE TROUBLED BY THE TROUBLES OF THIS WORLD. BUT IF I LOSE MY STEP ALONG THE WAY, AND IF THE SPEECH OF VICTIM FILLS MY THROAT, OUT BEYOND THE CLIFFS THAT SHAPE THE DAY. IT’S THERE I’LL WANDER, THERE I’LL STRAY. IT’S THERE I’LL LOOK FOR YOU WHEN ALL MY TRIALS ARE DONE. I FEIGN TO SLEEP TO SAVE MY BREATH. THIS LOVE IS LOSS THIS LIFE IS THEFT, AND ALL THAT’S LEFT IS SOME VAIN NEED TO CARRY ON. AND THOUGH I FEAR THE TIGHTENING OF THE SKIES, AGAINST THE DAWN I’LL WATCH YOU RISE. OH LORD, THE COMPANY I KEEP WITHIN MY HEAD. THE SCENT OF FLESH MIGHT TEASE THE NOSE. IT CLAIMS THE CALM IT CLINGS THE CLOTHES. COULD THAT BE YOU MY LOVE, YOUR DUST UPON THE WIND? BACK TO THE TOP
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16TH ST. DOZENS COPS AND JUNKIES HURL THEIR SOPHISTRIES. A.D.H.D. HAIL CACOPHONY. TRY NOT HARD TO SHAKE THIS OFF OF ME. HOWL YOU FOOLS, ITS ALL FOR NAUGHT. BUT ON 16TH ST. WE WAIT FOR HOLINESS. VACCINATE OURSELVES FROM LONELINESS. MASQUERADE THROUGH HOMES OF HOMELESSNESS. AND OH I HOPE WE’LL NOT GET OVER THIS. HEAR THE NOW IS NOW UPON US. EVERYONE MUST SHARE THIS ONUS. ANCIENTS HAVE NO MORE TO LONE US. ALL OUR DEBTS UNPAID. ON 16TH ST. WE RISE IN NUMBERS ONCE A NAME NOW JUST A NUMBER. SCREAM FOR ALL THE UNSAID, UNHEARD PRISONERS ON PARADE. SWEET DOLORES MI MAMASITA. SEEMS EACH DAY I STILL REMEETYA. DISCULPAME MI POBRECITA. GUESS I LEFT THINGS INCOMPLETE. BUT ALL THIS NOISE WILL SOON BE OVER SO DRINK UNTIL YOU’RE HALFWAY SOBER. RED ROVER’S ALREADY OVER BUT THE LAST THING THAT WE NEED IS CLOSURE. NOW IT’S TIME FOR US TO SWALLOW ALL THIS LOSS UNTIL TOMORROW. PAYBACK ALL THE TIME WE’VE BORROWED. ANGER WELL DISPLAYED. ON 16TH ST. WE FALL IN NUMBERS NO ONE QUESTIONS. NO ONE WONDERS. SCREAM FOR ALL THE UNSAID, UNHEARD HOODLUMS ON PARADE. BACK TO THE TOP
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AGE OF ASSASSINS WHEN THE SUMMER SUN COMES CUTTIN’ LIKE A NEW RAZOR BLADE AND I WAKE TO THE DAY AND ALL THE VISIONS I’VE MADE, REACH OUT MY HAND FOR THE CURL OF HER HAIR AND WHISPER MY DREAMS TO THE GIRL WHO’S NOT THERE; BUT LAYING IN HER STEAD, THE SWEATER SHE WORE LONG AGO, THAT I LAY ON MY BED EACH NIGHT BEFORE TO DREAMS I GO. BUT IT’S GROWN A BIT TATTERED AND IS RIDDLED WITH HOLES. QUITE LIKE MY AMBITION, MY VISION, MY GOALS. SO I PUT ON MY FACE AND FIX ME A DRINK ‘CAUSE SOMEWHERE SOMEONE KNOWS JUST WHAT I THINK. EACH NIGHT’S BUT A QUESTION THAT HANGS LIKE A NOOSE AROUND MY THROAT. BUT SURELY TONIGHT I’LL INVITE ITS ABUSE. THERE’S NO HOPE. BUT OH MY, SOMEHOW I STILL MIGHT GET BY. GET THROUGH ALL THE PAINS I FAKE. POOR BOY COULD USE A BREAK, A BREAK FROM THE DAILY GAME SHOW. “PAIN IS SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE KNOWS.” THAT’S WHAT I HEAR THEM SAY. SO WARILY I WALK AWAY. AND I TAKE TO THE STREETS LIKE THE DEAD TO THE GRAVE AND LIGHT ME A SMOKE ‘CAUSE ITS RIGHT TO BEHAVE. AND I’M ALL JUICED UP ON MORNING ‘CAUSE MORNING IS WHEN HEROES STAND TALL IN THE STATUES OF MEN. AND ALL THE PIGEONS ADORE ME AND PECK AT MY FEET, OH THE FAME. AND SOMEDAY THEY MAY USE MY HEAD AS A SEAT. WELL I CANT WAIT æWHEN I DIE, LORD, BURY ME DEEP. WAY OUT WEST PAST SUNSET STREET, SO I CAN HEAR OLD 29 AS SHE GOES ROLLIN’ BY; AND WHEN THEY COME TO CLAIM MY SKIN AND I GO BACK WHERE I BEGAN, WITH A JUG OF PUNCH AT MY HEAD AND FEET, TELL THEM ALL I’VE GONE TO SLEEPæAND AS THE CITY UNRAVELS HER METAL BED ROLL I DIRTY HER STREETS WITH THE STUMBLE I STROLL. AND THE PEOPLE ALL STOP JUST TO WATCH ME GO BY WITH A THIRST IN MY THROAT AND A TEAR IN MY EYE. SO RIDDLE ME THIS WHILE I LEND YOU MY SOUL IN A SONG, AND SHOULDER THE SKY IN THESE TROUBLES OF MINE UNTIL THE DAWN. BACK TO THE TOP |
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WAVES OF GRAIN WHO HAS BETRAYED THE DECEASED? SUCH AN INFAMOUS FREEDOM, SUCH A MILITANT PEACE. HOW DARE THEY DISTRUST. DO THEY KNOW WHO WE ARE? YOUR PROGENY’S BRAVE, THEIR TRACT HOUSING WAITING, PRE-PLUCKED AND PRE-PAVED: TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH, SWEET SALVATION’S SCAR. BUT OH NO I SEE THEM FALLING. LET’S ALL PRAY FOR RAIN. AND YOUR CHILDREN ARE REARED BY PANIC AND FEAR. BUT WHAT WHEN ALL YOUR FIELDS ARE ROTTEN, YOUR WAVES OF GRAIN, AMBER WAVES OF GRAIN? YOUR WORK IS YET DONE: INBREED US ‘TILL WE’RE ALL THE SAME. YOUR COLLECTION OF TONGUES YOU KEEP FRAMED IN YOUR PARLOR WITH YOUR BIBLES AND GUNS, THE FETUS OF CHRIST WITH A FISTFUL OF SCARS. AND YOUR VISION IS CLEAR WHILE YOU BLIND YOUR OWN KIND BEHIND A CURTAIN OF FEAR, YOUR WORDS TWISTED SKYWARDS DISTRACTED BY MARS. BUT OH NO THE SKY IS FALLING. LET’S ALL PRAY FOR RAIN. YOU POUR OUT YOUR PRAYERS AND WEEP ‘CAUSE YOU CARE. BUT WHAT WHEN ALL YOUR FIELDS ARE ROTTEN, YOUR WAVES OF GRAIN, AMBER WAVES OF GRAIN? AND YOU HIDE THE DEAD WHILE MY FRIENDS HEAD TO DIE IN YOUR NAME. “THIS PLAYGROUND IS YOURS,” SPOKE GOD WHEN YOU MET BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, “GESTURE YOUR HANDS AND THE PAWNS SHALL SUBSIDE.” AND THOUGH YOU PLAY ALONE, YOU NEVER GET LONELY, YOU NEVER GET BORED. WHO NEEDS A FRIEND WHEN GOD’S ON YOUR SIDE? BUT OH NO I SEE THEM FALLING. LET’S ALL PRAY FOR RAIN. AND EVEN I CAN’T PRETEND THAT WE’RE NOT NEAR THE END. BUT WHAT WHEN ALL YOUR FIELDS ARE ROTTEN, YOUR WAVES OF GRAIN, AMBER WAVES OF GRAIN? WHEN YOUR DAYS ARE DONE, I HOPE YOU’VE HAD FUN WITH YOUR GAME. AND IT WAS WRITTEN AS FACT: BEHOLD A WHITE HORSE WITH YOU ON ITS BACK, A LONG DOZEN ARROWS LOCKED IN YOUR STARE. AND THE OCEANS SHALL RISE AND SLAP ON THE SHORES OF MOUNTAIN SIDES. GREAT WAVES OF PROGRESS SHALL WET THE AIR. BUT OH NO THE SKY IS FALLING. LET’S ALL PRAY FOR RAIN. AND YOU FOOLS IN THE BACK WITH YOUR HEADS IN YOUR HATS, WHAT WHEN ALL YOUR FIELDS ARE ROTTEN, YOUR WAVES OF GRAIN, AMBER WAVES OF GRAIN? AND MY WORDS WON’T BE DONE, THEY’LL NEVER BE DONE ‘TILL THE END. BACK TO THE TOP |
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YOU LOSIN OUT CANT FORGET THE DAY YOU WALK AWAY.WHEN YOU COME BACK NEXT TIME YOU'RE HERE TO STAY. FOR THAT REASON I'M TELLIN' YOU, MAMA YOU LOSIN' OUT. IT WAS EARLY ONE MORNIN' YOU COME DRAGGIN' HOME. SAID, "FORGIVE ME DADDY FOR I DONE WRONG." MAMA YOU LOISIN' OUT. YOU LEFT THAT TIME AND YOU AIN'T GWINE LEAVE NO MORE CAUSE I'M PUTTING A LOCK ON MY BACK DOOR. MAMA YOU LOSIN' OUT. I FOLLOWED MY BABY TO HER BURYING PLACE. CAN'T GET ANOTHER RIDER TO TAKE YOUR PLACE. MAMA YOU LOSIN' OUT. YOU OUGHTA HEARD ME CRYIN' "BABY YOU'RE ALL I CRAVE" WHILE I WORTE YOUR WILL OUT UPON YOU'RE GRAVE. MAMA YOU LOSIN' OUT. BACK TO THE TOP |
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TWO DAYS SHORT TOMORROW MY DARLING, MY DARLING ARE YOU AS COMOPOSED AS THE SPACE YOU FILL? YOU KNOW THERE'S LITTLE REASON TO DEMAND WHAT CAN'T BE GIVEN FROM THE TONGUES YOU KILL. YOU AIM YOUR THOUGHTS HOMEWARD AS IF YOU HAD A REASON TO BE GONE. YOU WERE SIRED BY SIRENS THEY TAUGHT YOU NOT TO TALK: ALL WORDS ARE EMPTY. BUT THEY LEANT YOU THEIR HATS, SCREAMING BRING BACK FROM THE OTHER SIDE SOME SYMPATHY. YOU SPARE NO TIME TO WONDER. WHEN YOU CALIM TO WON THE ANSWER WHY BE WRONG? SO YOU PUT ON YOUR PAINTED DRESS WHILE THE BERDACHE TAKES YOUR HAND AND TEMPTS YOU HOMEWARD. AND SO I'VE HEARD THAT YOU'VE GONE WRONG. BUT IS IT O.K. IF I THINK OF YOU? 'CAUSE YOU MIGHT JUST BE WHAT I'M COUNTING ON. JUST ONE MORE DAY THAT I MUST GET THROUGH. WELL YOU BREAK JUST LIKE THE MORNING ADN IF YESTERDAY DOONT KNOW YOU WELL WHO DOES THEN? IF YOU EVER SEEK ME OUT I'LL BE SOMEONE AMONG THE PEOPLE YOU CALL HAVE BEENS. WELL YOU'D LOVE TO BE A MARTYR BUT YOU'VE GOT NOTHING TO DIE FOR SO YOU WAIT AND WINTER TIME IS COMING YOU CAN FEEL THE COLD DRUM DRUMMING ONCE AGAIN AND I LOVE MY COUNTRY BUT I FEAR YOUR MOTHER. SHE'S GROWING OLDER OR SO THEY TOLD HER BUT FLOWERD WON'T REPLACE HER. YOU'RE MY SHEATH I'M YOUR RAPIER. BACK TO THE TOP
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NOTHING TO YOU WELL MY KIND'S BEEN AROUND FORVER, YET I CLAIM TO BE ONE OF THE FEW. AND THE LOST CLAUSE OF WORDS WALKS AWAY WITH MY NERVES 'CAUSE I'M GAY AS A CHOIR BOY FOR YOU. YOU GOT HAIR THAT RECALLS ME OF RIVERS, RUN SOFTLY WHILE YOU DREAM OF YOU. BUT YOUR HEART IS SO COLD THAT IS SHIVERS CAUSE ALL THAT I KNOW IS I'M NOTHING TO YOU. WELL I FOLLOWED YOU INTO THE PARTY THAT NO ONE INVITED ME TO BUT I GOT SO DAMN DRUNK AND RETARDED, I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS AND I FELL INTO YOU. BUT I WATCHED YOU FORGET YOUR BELONGINGS AND BELONGINGS YOU'VE GOT QUITE A FEW. AND I FILLED UP YOUR BAGS WIHT MY LONGINGS AND SEARCHED THROUGH THIS WHOLE WIDE CITY FOR YOU. BUT THE WALLS OF MY CHILDHOOD MUST CRUBMLE AND CHILDHOODS I'VE HAD QUITE A FEW. MY LOVE IS SO BLIND THAT IS STUMBLES BUT NOW IT DON'T TRIP OVER YOU. 'CAUSE I HEARD THAT YOU GOT YOU A LOVER, AND LOVERS YOU'VE GOT ONE OR TWO. BUT YOU CAN'T TELL ONE FROM THE OTHER, NOW MAMA, NOW YOU'RE NOTHING TO YOU. BACK TO THE TOP
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CROW JANE WELL CROW JANE DON'T MAKE NO SENSE TO ME. BACK TO THE TOP |
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