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Sirens of the Ditch (Jason Isbell) · Why Dont You Try Me(Best Of) (Ry Cooder) · Hell's Ditch: Expanded & Remastered (The Pogues) · Ditch That (The-Dream) · A Chain Dont Take to Me (Bob Luman) · I Dont Believe in Miracles (Colin Blunstone) · Lore & Testament, Vol. 2: Sugar Ditch Revisited/Shake Rag (Tav Falco & the Panther Burns) · The Dream's In the Ditch (Deer Tick) · Baby Dont Get Hooked on Me (Ace Cannon) · Look But Dont Touch [#1] (Skin) – and 90 other albums »


They're red, they're white, they're brown
They get that way underground
There can't be much to do
So now they have blue ones too.

We don't care
themselves up by the bootstraps
When they hit hard luck
And they stay strong and they keep on fightin'
Like they don't know how to lose
Tough times don't
They're red, they're white, they're brown
They get that way underground
There can't be much to do
So now they have blue ones too.

We don't care
that's how I - IIIII ditch 'em
Keys in the ignition, bounce get missin'
WE DON'T DO COMITMENTS (holla)
Hit the club, back to my mission
Same type
Last ditch effort to communicate
If you hear my voice, then it might not be too late
You feel my heart that we're tied by fate
Well, come on, come
I wanna buy you a drink
Maybe one for this whole town
I may not have that much
But I don’t mind spreading it around
Everybody chasing something
I
to keep my score up in a game I did not choose
Then I looked that ghost straight in the eye
And said "You'd better not be coming back by again"
get it

Sick perverts dressed in red
We won't rest until your "sport" is dead
Sick bastards dressed in red
We won't rest until your sort is dead
Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead

I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
Ladies and gentlemen of the underclass
The President of the United States of America
Is dead

I don't believe in the politics
Of chosen fools
there's nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Cornered trapped by the death machine don't you go to sleep don't close your eyes ah
Beyond twp thousand in
red Rum! (x4)

[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
Your Daddy was mad as hell
He was mad at me and you
As he tied that chain to the front of my car and pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into
Don't try to resist
You're coming with us
Provisions are made
Accommodations have met

Your words are encoded
In the bleak genetics of the mob
Praise
Your Daddy was mad as hell
He was mad at me and you
As he tied that chain to the front of my car 
And pulled me out of that ditch that we slid
us down. 
Lean onto me, lean into you. 
Comfort I once knew slowly disappears. 

Reverberate, shaking at the core. 
Holding up your own by letting
you to die
We take you piece by piece
Create you enemies
Your small empire has fallen

Feel pain - scream out in vain, forge your own chain
I've
You'll never get away with this

Don't think for a minute that you're getting away with it
Holy Roller, Hellish Bandit, we've caught you red
the people of this planet send you away from here
My bo

Where do you come from white boy what is your land
Everybody else knows where they come from
You don't
I went to Farrakhan speak when I was 12 years old
He said, "Create your own job, know yourself, don't fold"
My uncle Clarence, rest in pe
Red light, blue light, someone's gonna die tonight
There's a tension in the air, people dying everywhere
Suddenly you're surrounded by the ones
desert me
I just want to get by
I don't want nothing to hurt me
I had no idea where my head was at
But if my heart says I'm sorry can we leave it
desert me
I just want to get by
I don't want nothing to hurt me
I had no idea where my head was at
But if my heart says I'm sorry can we leave it
and bring fatal winds that birth harm
Create alarm by dawn they're releasing the bomb
And we?re unaware, numb, entranced like shakes charmed
Fatal bond
by my wicked ways, lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
Cry till you get puffy eyes red face
But I'm leaving on this jet plane
You ain't fly,