By Jorge Calderon and Warren Zevon Lear jet S.W.A.T team On a midnight run With the M16 And the Ingram gun We parachute in We parachute out "Death
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written by Warren Zevon I've got a bird that whistles I've got a bird that sings I've got a bird that . . . I've got a bird . . . I'm worried about
written by Warren Zevon I want to live alone in the desert I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe I want to live on the Upper East Side And never go down
Written By Warren Zevon & LeRoy P. Marinell Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best Excitable boy, they all said And he rubbed the pot roast
Written By Warren Zevon & Jorge Calderon I started as an alter boy, working at the church Learning all my holy moves, doing some research Which led
Written By Warren Zevon & David Lindell Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done The
Written by Warren Zevon She tells him she thinks she needs to be free He tells her he doesn't understand She takes his hand She tells him nothing
Written by Warren Zevon How're you going to make your way in the world When you weren't cut out for working When your fingers are slender and frail
written by Warren Zevon Mom and Papa bought a Chickering Every day I'd sit and play that thing I practiced hard; it was more than a whim I played with
Written By Warren Zevon Hurry home early - hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini's fighting Bobby Chacon Hurry home early - hurry on home Boom Boom Mancini
Written By LeRoy P. Marinell, Waddy Wachtel and Warren Zevon I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand Walking through the streets of Soho in
Written By Warren Zevon Well, I went home with the waitress The way I always do How was I to know She was with the Russians, too I was gambling
Written By Warren Zevon I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks And wait for the Double "E" But the railroad don't run no more Poor, poor pitiful me
written by Warren Zevon Darkness in the morning Shadows on the land Certain individuals Aren't sticking with the plan And I'm searching for a heart
written by Warren Zevon Grandpa pissed his pants again He don't give a damn Brother Billy has both guns drawn He ain't been right since Vietnam "
written by Warren Zevon Time marches on Time stands still Time on my hands Time to kill Blood on my hands And my hands in the till Down at the