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rock on)
We keep going

Nigga breath can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no mo' so off me you feed
I hustle at a speed between greed
[Chorus]
I saw the light
I've been baptized
By the fire in your touch
And the flame in your eyes
I'm born to love again
I'm a brand new man
you know what's going down

I'm haunted by the wanderer deep inside
Wanted by
Haunted by
I'm haunted by the wanderer that's deep in my soul
whispers her name
And all the lonesome years
Water turns to whiskey
I drown in my own tears

Down by the river
I see my life in flames
Down by
on
We keep going

Nigga breathe can tell by how you rap you don't believe
Ain't hungry no more, so off me you feed
I hustle outta speed between greed
you got yourself into

You're blindfolded walking
South down the whiskey tracks
She's rolling north like a neon train
Bolt of lightning in the night
posters going up in flames
Let's have sex without birth control
Sell our offspring to some dirty old men
Let's play Big Black at 3 AM
And tell the neighbors
flames, decorated in flames 

Tire tracks running down my veins 
Dirty black slacks with the chrome hearts changing 
Got a record so dope they got
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He
to do it now
Weæ?³e got to break it down
And put our lives on track
Always ready to back you
Always ready to back you all the way
Iæ?¦ not afraid to give
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in 
Open the door, Richard 
Richard, why don't you open that door

I met old zeke standing
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in 
Open the door, Richard 
Richard, why don't you open that door

I met old zeke standing
(Richard Thompson)
(Track 1 - Time 3:28)

It was three in the morning when he took me apart
He wrecked my house and he wrecked my heart
He
And dancing cheek to cheek 

Ain't going down 'til the sun comes up 
Ain't givin' in 'til they get enough 
Going 'round the world in a pickup truck 
Ain't
and a white sand kiss
It's three on the tree and geared down for going slow
My ol' Bronco

Yeah it's yellow and a little bit of rust
Lookin' good for 42 years
really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek

Ain't going down
'Til
of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore
And no one
at a broker shop 
As long as he would play it by the railroad side 
And wouldn't get in trouble he was satisfied 
But never thought that there would come
15 Track-suits coming up my lane,
15 Track-suits coming up my lane,

..................,
There's the men; the ones you must lay,
In which you must lay
To take your life and lead you to the flames beneath
Your headstone reads, "Here lies the dead who was
Hung by his head beneath us, laying in their graves
Kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse
I hear the devil and he's calling me
In the house by the cemetery
Ghouls and creeps fucking gather 'round
For the evil that's going down
Get
really want
Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait 'til real late
And dancing cheek to cheek

Ain't going down