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Words and Music by Mark Schultz
From the recording: Song Cinema, Track #9.

He packed his bags when he was just 18
To see a world he thought he'd
The least I can do
Is clean my language up

I feel like pound sign, question mark
Star, exclamation point
Don't give a blank
And a whole lot of other

Choice
exclamation point
Don't give a blank
And a whole lot of other
 
Choice words I can't say
Today I feel like
Pound-sign, question mark
Star, exclamation
Praise Us, God of Witchery
Lord Of All Undying
Being thy blessing to thee

Now guide us, by thy hand,
Show us ways unknown by mortals
Enlist
for the Timber man

Swing it hard, cut it clean
No halfway or in-between
Move when the axe is in my hand
Make way for the Timber man

And when they're
A room and a meal
And a garbage disposal
A lawn and a hose'll
Be strictly genteel.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog
A room and a meal
And a garbage disposal
A lawn and a hose'll
Be strictly genteel.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog
Many many years ago when this land was young
A lot of our country was covered by big tall beautiful trees
And men had to have the trees to make
A Korda's Benediction
By the Father's grace
Abyssus abyssum invocat
Hell calls hells disgrace

Forgive us father, for we are sin
Though I strive
to be tough, 
And concentrate on living. 

There you go. 
And we'll all join hands, 
And we'll all march along 
And we'll all mark time as we go.
All our thoughts of doubt and fear are leaving one by one
The more we live, the more we learn, the more we know.
For each of us the road is clear
All our thoughts of doubt and fear (We leave it all by one)
The more we live, the more we learn, the more we know.
For each of us the road is clear
Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three
That was my best guess
But hey, here I am this morning
Singing happy birthday to me

As I clean up all this mess
Charlotte to by pass Rockhill
We never was a minute late
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state

We had motor
We believe in the fight to the finish
We desire the almighty dollar
The pound of flesh, the golden collar
Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs
had a tear in his eye

He said I'm an outlaw but my hands are clean
And I love this girl who won't look twice at me
I've made love work for others
We believe in the fight to the finish
We desire the almighty dollar
The pound of flesh, the golden collar
Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs
Charlotte but we bypassed Rockhill, we never was a minute late.
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state.
Had some motor
a life of give and take
Day by day we don't control where it leads us
If we compare the first day we met
I must admit nothing's changed
I recognise
Still rock the gin 'n juice in hand
(Snoop Dogg!)

I do it for the G's, and I do it for the Hustlaz
Here to annihilate you mark-ass bustas
Fuck
mark-ass busters
Fuck the police cause all they wanna do is cuff us
The one nigga is chilly, as if his name was Usher
But I'm still riding in macks, making
We believe in the fight to the finish
We desire the almighty dollar
The pound of flesh, the golden collar
Lick the hand, we give our land to dogs
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Now mark what followed and what did betide
For it bein'
Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, and we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.

Had
at Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill, 
We never was a minute late.
And we was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown, 
Rollin' outa Georgia state.

We had