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Shootin' Up the World (Discharge) · Gone Gone Gone (The Everly Brothers) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Sing Great Country Hits/Gone Gone Gone (The Everly Brothers) · Gone Gone Gone / A Bash Dem (Monster) · Gone Gone Gone (The New Deal) · Gone Gone Gone (Charlie Feathers) – and 90 other albums »


ever seen
Expecting to be shot on site, or taken for a ride 
By them dirty coal operators
A'shootin down the union men wherever they were found
Gave
showed her everything
Shootin? emotion
I see her everyday
Babys got a gun
Little bo peep's gone off the deep end
Sweet sixteen's gone away for the weekend
The life you need is fair, 
Fair but so uncool 

Rip off artis, shootin' down. 
If you dig it, you're a clown
Can't you understand 
Can't you lend
Buddy I'm sick of shootin' at clay
Dreaming of opening day, how 'bout you?
Yeah me too
The only thing I want to do is hunt with you
Kill a bird
came a blackbird 
Set by the fire 
Said the future's comin' at you like a freight train 
And you're walkin' the wire 
'Cause she's gone 
Your baby's
came a blackbird 
Set by the fire 
Said the future's comin' at you like a freight train 
And you're walkin' the wire 
'Cause she's gone 
Your baby's
look from you and I think I must have gone to heaven now
The fact that I'm with Webster is hard enough to get my head around
Shes as hard as A-C-D-C she
a little while

You'll be fine long as your pretty face holds out
Then it's gonna get pretty cold out
Endless streams of stars shootin' by
You got your
Oh come all ye late fellows that follows the gun
Beware of night ramblin' by the setting of the sun
Beware of an accident as happened of late
It
You and I fall together           
You and I sleep alone
After all, things might be better            
After one, and there's one that's long gone
on the telephone 
To tell her half of my head was gone 
I just got hit by a great big brick 
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick 

Mm hmm, my
over, I've got a job to do
And the world will be less crowded by the time I'm through
And I'll keep rolling while bullets slide
'cause all my shootin's
You and I fall together           
You and I sleep alone
After all, things might be better            
After one, and there's one that's long gone
a fantasy land
I just keep 'em on the road so they can pay the money man
I'll be long gone before they understand
My promises are strong like a road made
Few things really get me mad
Disappointed or truly sad
I'm out on the beach lookin' for a light
Shootin' through the summernight
And when the sun
on the telephone 
To tell her half of my head was gone 
I just got hit by a great big brick 
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick 

Mm hmm, my
my way back home
But the old me's dead and gone
Dead and gone

I turn my head to the east, I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head
always makes me stay
Far too strong a bond to try and break

You know exactly where you've been
The shootin' star is hardly seen
Outshined by every other
and gone
But the new me will be alright
I turn my head to the east
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head to the west
Still nobody in sight
So I turn
shootin at each other with fully loaded nines
And crack got us buggin
No more lovin and huggin
It's strictly slug servin over turf
What's it all worth
on the telephone 
To tell her half of my head was gone 
I just got hit by a great big brick 
She says thanks for reminding me about that Maverick 

Mm hmm, my
when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo it's hot, what they got, forty one shots

Shootin' at OJ
Don't know if he
the tension's gone
And don't you come too soon

I'm patient I never come too soon
When I kissed you you said it was the same old tune
But I missed you my
niggas is gone, rest in peace though

Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable TV
niggas is gone, rest in peace though

Fifty-Two blocks, Gazelle frames
Bald heads and heavy chains
Somehow caught in the game
Back in '83, before cable TV