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21
Stop by and have some fun
Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun

Look at a photograph
Lord, don't it make you laugh
For all these changes
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night,
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights.

Rolled down the driver's
down the barrel of a gun
In disbelief

Eden laid to waste
In the dust and rubble
Of a tragic race

Scarred upon the lung
Take the gauze
And we'll be watching you
No matter what you do
And you can do your part
By watchin' others too

Grandpa put down the paper
Staring in disbelief
Jed
will always be merely a dreamer you go by the misleading name of Mr Believer caustic remarks throw you aside distraught with disbelief buried alive oh
and peso cigars drove me outside for some air 
Somebody whispered "Your life or your money," I reached but my gun wasn't there

I woke up face down in
la

Easy? it is not to be me
By I'm ma pay the high price so I can be free
Boo
But I am a I fry doesn't if I'm me
I like warm with a two salamana
head, my mind's eye
(La, la, la, la, la) one little boy, wandering by
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) funny how

Time flies
head, my mind's eye
(La, la, la, la, la) one little boy, wandering by
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) funny how

Time flies
Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight
Card
mind's eye
(La, la, la, la, la) one little boy, wandering by
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) funny how

Time flies
the whiskey and mezcal and peso cigars 
Drove me outside for some air
Where somebody whispered "Your life or your money" 
I reached but my gun wasn't there
words yesiree that's me bamboozled
Out of my whisps but the thrill of it fits like a glove
(Bamboozled bamboozled by you)
Heaven open the door I ain't
Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight
Card
mind's eye
(La, la, la, la, la) one little boy, wandering by
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) funny how

Time flies
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
Me and the boy's we cinched up our saddles and rode to sonora last night 
Gun's hanging proud, daring out loud for any one looking to fight 
Card
of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylon, trying
your head
Surrounded by a fence of disbelief and common sense

Anywhere you want to go, everything you want to be
Anything that you said, we'll make
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
to you.
The scapegoat is chosen and hunted among delusions of the few.

Panic bleeds into the brain, a high pitch from the sky.
Gripped by the instinct
and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what
?La?la? la la la la la la?
And La la?. La la la la la la?


Easy? it is not to be me?
By I?m ma pay the high price so I can be free
Boo?
But I am a I fry
the sweetness of your years
By and by we'll all learn the taste of tears.

Open your eyes my growing son
There is hard work to be done
Follow your father to his
Mrs. E. Roosevelt never heard me shoot my gun
La, la, la
Mrs. E. Roosevelt didn't even knew I owned one
La, la, la
Somewhere between the cobblestone