Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw-huh,.. As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw-huh,.. Oh I'm a lucky man, to count on both hands
, let me shed a little light on it When somethings cold, let me put a little fire on it If somethings old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it When somethings
plays and preaches, but to have an empty court, uh huh And the signs are passin', grip the wheel, can't read it Sacrifice receiving the smell that's on
aloft in Aberdeen May I remind you of that scene Let a million mirror balls beam May I remind you of that scene And you say ? living ain't nothing but
black with starlight Feel the sky blanket you With gems and rhinestones!!! See the path cut by the moon For you to walk on For you to walk on...
it on, before its gone, let's everybody carry on, carry on Get it now, set it off, before its gone, let's everybody carry on, carry on Precipitation, which side are you on
I felt the earth on Monday. It moved beneath my feet. In the form of a morning paper. Laid out for me to see. Saw his face in a corner picture. I recognized
black with starlight Feel the sky blanket you With gems and rhinestones!!! See the path cut by the moon For you to walk on For you to walk on... Nothing
today Time to emancipate I guess it was the beatings made me wise But I'm not about to give thanks or apologize I couldn't breathe holdin' me down Hand on
let me shed a little light on it When somethings cold, let me put a little fire on it If somethings old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it When somethings
: Don?t feel like home Ease a little out And all these words alone is nothing like your poem Putting in and putting in Don?t feel like methadone A scratching
: I shut and locked the front door No way in or out I turned and walked the hallway And pulled the curtains down I knelt and emptied the mouth of every
: I felt the earth on Monday. It moved beneath my feet. In the form of a morning paper. Laid out for me to see. Saw his face in a corner picture. I
: at home drawing pictures of mountain tops with him on top lemon yellow sun arms raised in a V dead lay in pools of maroon below daddy didn?t give attention
: The selfish they?re all standing in line... Faith in their hope and to buy themselves time. Me, I figure as each breath goes by, I only own my mind
: what the fuck is this world running to? you didn?t leave a message at least i could have heard your voice one last time. daily minefield this could
