a fist through the wall never solved anything it just worried mom just like the bullets down the barrel of growing up this must be home where mothers
Woah, shoot Oh yeah Why don't you shoot? Yeah, shoot, oh yeah Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my Skin, skin, skin, skin, skin, skin Soft gravel
I speak can you speak? I move can you move? The day's a long time ago Petticoat and high-buttoned shoes You turn up on a Sunday Beside old slogan pins
Here we go Tell everyone that I am sorry, truly sorry For all the wrongs, I've done I never meant to hurt nobody Lord, I never want to do no wrong And
I'm gonna get up in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom Said, I'm gonna get up in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I quit the best man I
Gone to sound, your visions thirst On a parted road to wanderlust The means to magic, you've still to find Fake sparkle or golden dust? More or less,
I'm gonna get up in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin' Girlfriend, can get
Dust on my saddle, mud on my boots A coupla empty saddle bags except for two old suits I'm tired and I'm hungry worried as can be Last night I saw a poster
(elmore james) I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gon' get up in the mornin', I believe I'll dust my broom Girlfriend,
Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems them sweep it Like dust under carpet Law makers a break it Poor people the target Some problems
In the most desolate corner Bad case of the urban blues Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral Hey, get in line for tragic
When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel's touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until
I don't know what I've been told, parents love is awful cold. Instead of notch ya's, they just scold. I'd like to find a way, to break away. I'd like
Robert Pattinson: Life is a stage in witch we all play, and the world is a symphony, sarcastic lost. Like to be a part of the global games. But I
I don't know what I've been told Parents love is awful cold Instead of nurture, they just scold I'd like to find a way to break away I'd like to find
Creal Williams lived down a dirt road Made homemade wine like nobody I know Dropped by one Friday night and said can you help me Creal Got a little girl
I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gonna get up in the morning I believe I'll dust my broom Well my best gal, I'll be loving
The marks of life burnt into the bleeding flesh, the crying soul, the wounds and pain relieved by you gave me the strength to reach my goal. The spell