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to nothing,
That I had time for nothing,
Said I wasn't from the velars
Or the sellers by your gunman,
I can see the folks now he got what he had coming,
And learn the lesson like your head to a gun It's that you can never trust anyone Bring Destruction By the numbers Why spare what you can plunder And bury
will have Your bride

Free of all her guilt and rid of all her shame
And known by her true name and it’s why I sing

You will be praised You will be
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based

Fuck your feelings, I
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your bosom
The spear of the age in your side
Lost in
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light

Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her
about the states
I make a hot album, you get a verse on other nigga's tapes
Your first mistake's your worst mistake
Trying to eat and survive off
Leftfielder, living in a suitcase 
Comfortable shoes, photo album and toothpaste 
Road atlas, learning my way around 
Kissing the pavement, lucky
to stop your pain
Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by?
Why love can die, oh why?
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light

Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her
And known by her true name and it's why I sing

Your praise will ever be on my lips, ever be on my lips
Your praise will ever be on my lips, ever be on my
I see you here night after night
All by yourself in the blue neon light
A drink in your hand, a tear on your face
A beautiful woman so out
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
face
That way your loving hearts I can't break

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord)
I'm crying out
I'm crying out
I tell 'em (I'm not
y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin Spongebob
Like an old album, you happen to come for us
You guys get dust off
It's the young boss, show you what
to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey and started slowly roasting 'em
'Cause that's where most of my anger is based

F*** your feelings, I
And you smile 

[Chorus : ] 
Captain Jack will get you high tonight 
And take you to your special island 
Captain Jack will get you by tonight 
Just
I can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo I got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the Greatest Of All Times?
Because for fifteen
I know that I'm no saint.
My head is in the clouds.
They called you a mistake,
But I still, I still say your name out loud.

They called me
Make you lose your mind
You can run, 
but you know you can't hide
are you a Saint or a Sinner inside?
I will,
Take you by your soul,
Make you lose
Music by elton john
Lyrics by bernie taupin
Available on the album breaking hearts

Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
Camaro flyin' so far
Drunk drivin' trees are swinging by
I can't decide why she's on my mind
I can't be trippin' while trying and I can't find the truth
moments there and
That's all caught on the album. yeah, the production that chris
Tsangarides has done is right in your face. that's the best description