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The Action Figure (Knowdaverbs) · Trying to Figure It Out (Grace Kelly) · Black Action Figure (Stefon Harris) · Figure 8 (Elliott Smith) · Science Will Figure You Out (Soltero) · Figure Number Five [Bonus CD] (Soilwork) · Go Figure (Spirit of the West) · Figure it Out (Royal Blood) · Figure Number Five (Soilwork) · Figure in a Landscape (John Waite) – and 90 other albums »
No more asking when I'm coming home I, I, I'm sticking around Yeah Someday, somehow, I'll make it home and I, I'll stick around One day I'll say, "No
Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs Life is numbers, with doggy tags Filled with holes and coming back So come on up the sky
by And almost always there's a lady oh and it's so hard when she starts coming on But I back it on up turn it around and take it on home
out and alone But I back it on up, turn it around, take it on home I take it on home to a woman who sticks by me 'Cause I believe she'd do the same if
happiness I've known. You see me coming, you wink your eye and call me Captain Jim. And when I don't do nothing but walk on by you say babe, get a load
[Chorus] You are my good looking grown with your sexy skirt on Let me take you home, let me take you home I'll make you scream and moan, you know
When the dawn comes over the mountain And when the valley is filled with dew Don't worry, baby, baby, don't cha worry Because I'm coming home to you
of smith an wessuns Starring crescents mad packed with the lessons, Figure 5 percent got the 10 counting blessings Programmed by programs got you bowing
coming home And they've got seven hungry children That are tugging on his sleeve It took some time to figure it out He's a rich man living in a poor
home Young lovers, young lovers, young lovers They drive me right out of my mind Lying down by the river Whispering 'forever' Young lovers, they
I can't wait to figure it out. Policeman coming, so I'm running away. Badboy coming, so I'm running away. Richboy coming, so I'm running away.
I'm Coming Home I live my life in the gutter And this gutter is who I am Take me back home to my gutter And I swear I won't ever leave again!
quite vividly, a bent person coming down intentionally What I can't seem to figure is where'd you get the heresy? Some pharisee elitist got you mocking
at the slamming of the door Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home I said John,
I know what you came here to see If you're a freak, then ya coming home with me And I know what you came here to do Now bust it open let me see you
There's a place down on Tenth Street Where I can go To rest my head As I sit By the window The city sleeps I am home It's another day I'll
I'm strong enough I might hurt your feelings My feelings are already hurt by being here with you Well, I was walking down the street with your
wrong for coming here You'll wake alone and run around your lonely home Look for my face, but I'm already gone You, you never call You never write
...we colud see in the distance hundreds of men. Their campsite illuminated by skin bound to stick. Like scarecrows: too tired to dance Too ashamed
stick to my Luger, Lady of Rage is coming through (Some cool shit, some cool shit) I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a polar cap Lynching as I
at the slamming of the door Left for Waukegan at the slamming of the door I said John, John, he's long gone Gone to Indiana, ain't never coming home I said
Appreciate the simple things that anyone can understand Mama! There's nobody home Ain't nobody home You're just intoxicated by that lush life But
strong enough I might hurt your feelings My feelings already hurt by bein' here with you Well, I was walking down the street with your girl the other day
time I was here I saw it in your eyes You thought I couldn't know So now they stick me six feet under Make sure it's at Home Cherie my heart sings
time I was here I saw it in your eyes You thought I couldn't know So now they stick me six feet under Make sure it?s at home Cherie my heart sings Bury