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The Best of Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · Pure Prairie League/Bustin' Out (Pure Prairie League) · The Best of Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · The 70s: Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · Pure Prairie League (Pure Prairie League) · Pure Prairie League/If the Shoe Fits (Pure Prairie League) · Trance League Express: A Trance Tribute to the Human League (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Major League: The Collectors' Ivy League (The Ivy League) · Major League: The Collectors' Ivy League (The Ivy League) · Pure Prairie Collection (Pure Prairie League) – and 90 other albums »


Pure Prairie League
I'm almost ready
To let you know just how bad I feel
I'm almost ready

To let you loose and find another heart to steal
My
Old Badger was an outlaw that no man could ever ride
So tough the devils pitch fork couldn't penetrate his hide
To beat him was the dream of every
and difficult language that was traditionally used by the presidents for formal announcements of important decisions to the Dream League council. Only the Kings
There's a home, there's a hell up in the hills, there's a private drive to dreams fulfilled and a fence and a fence keeps bad away, separating
Chaos Family !
[Dream League Force Choir]
You're Under Arrest !
Don't Make Resistance !
Come With Us !
Don't Ask Why !
Where's Your Son ?
We Don't Have
silent a bloody purge 
Of the shelter and deadening of apathy 
One by one. it will be done 
Replacing those who are now pure stone 
To feel the real
on the chin with a grin till we make it to Friday night
And it's church league softball, holler 'bout a bad call, preacher breaking up the fight
Then later
in the night like a kinky undertaker
I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd from the Ivy League
Next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one
undertaker I think I'm on a caper to abduct a nerd
From the Ivy League, next stop at the strip club snatch a bad one
And flee what's next, I'm stakin' out
stand by the gate of what is not
The castle now has turned
To a hole in the ground
Free fall

Bad gods glare at me
From the horizon line
These gods are
them juggling with emotional devices
So confident and so relaxed
The league of hasty grown up poets
Bumping the world upon its axis

And so it's
killed

In this American dream to get some cream
You're ownin' a Beem and your face in magazines
12 O'Clock maintains in the game
Bring the Pain to smokin'
for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'
That's why I moved away, I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that's recruited
days I set them afloat on an indifferent sea
And these things in first place--They're worth nothing at all
At night in my dreams graven images call
It's a story sad to tell

About the end of life's trail

For the best cowboy I've ever known

He left here so young

With his dreams still undone
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream
A nightmare (A nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare)

I used to think I had bad
What is a nightmare?
The dictionary tells us it is a terrifying dream
A nightmare (A nightmare, a nightmare, a nightmare)

I used to think I had bad
through the valley of the shadow of death
I exist even when no things are left
Vibrations transcend space and time
Pure at heart because I deal with
Victim circumstance, driven by greed
Believe me, my hatred is pure

S.O.F., lives to be claimed
Living in trenches and barrens untamed
S.O.F.,
If something good happens to me, 

it makes the bad increase 

Even unconsciously 

these frauds be hunting me 

in my dreams 

Teaching a lesson,
Now why this man's soul was bleeding 
The angel had to understand 
So invisible, he stood by him 
And then gently touched his hand 

Which
flooded
Tell me who want it, we wake up from bad dreams runnin
Basketball games feel like heaven
I married the streets - Uncle Ben threw rice at the wedding
become
C.N.N. said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
You looking at the king in his face
Everything I dream motherfuckers I'm
stretch
I got it mastered man
In the hood I'm like plastic man!
Stretch
Fantastic man,
I make the money come faster man!
Yeah

Your favorite bad guy's gone,
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh HOOD!

Check the vibe, walk that ass or get got
F it (shit) I lick buckshots
Hood, madman, I rip up