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Albums:

The Naked Brothers Band [Bonus Tracks] (The Naked Brothers Band) · Naked Brothers Band (The Naked Brothers Band) · Night/Long Distance (Night) · Casey Kasem Presents: The Long Distance Dedications (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Long Distance Runner (Motorhomes) · Long Distance Voyager (The Moody Blues) · Long Distance Call (Phoenix) · Roundabout/Long Distance Runaround (Yes) · Long Distance Girlfriend (Heavy D) · Calling Long Distance (Jimi Hendrix) – and 90 other albums »


dream
Long distance information
I'll take the same
I got the fuel for the transformation
I'm a naked flame
On Detonation Boulevard...
Bang Bang
forget the others,

The ones on our left and on our right.

It won't be long until I?m gone

You know I?ll join you then.

Then our last band of brothers
Saw Jean Baptiste's walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken 
By long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham
he's walking to me with the Maker
My body, my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head
to me with the maker

My body is bent and broken
By long and dangerous sleep
I can work the fields of Abraham
And turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
In
Baptist walking to me with the Maker
My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head
sing that good
We shared more gold
Then any band was paid
And that's how legends are made

So long, it was nice meeting you
But how do you get back
Baptiste's walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken
By long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham
And turn my head away
the welcome sign 
Naked the Judas in me 
Fell by the tracks but he lifted me high 
Kissing my head like a brother and never asking why
Strike up the band brother hand me another bowl of your soul. 
Brother has a long way to go 
maybe baby should know his cotton mouth is too slow
stript naked, hung high on a cross
With her heart pierced by traitors and slaves!
Glory O! Glory O! to her brave sons who died
For the cause
screamin' find a cigarette
Niggaz walkin' by ain't tryin' to hear that
So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
A brother got sliced and diced over
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

Brothers are your best friends
By your side until the end
Always there to lend a hand
nine till dawn.
If you drop by brother there's some shakin' goin on

We get all kinds of people as the night goes on
Rednecks and the hippies both
rotten to the core
I've been under your influence
Under your spell too long
Now people keep me at a distance
Everything I do is wrong
My brain's
And you've been there before.

When you heard the band play "Ave Lolita"
She caught her future rushing by her in a flash.
Start counting hours, start
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
to Magic City and the girls dance naked

I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oaktown mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like peeser y'all
Rat heads
Baptiste's walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
been a-ridin on the Tennessee stud

I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
Tell me
Should I be surprised
By the thought of something new
Slowly
As I realise
Start a fire in my mind
Through earthly desire
To find a better
for peace on Sundays with a rosary in each hand
It's long memories and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland
It's long memories and short
her a letter by my Uncle Thud 
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud 

One day I was riding in a beautiful land 
I run smack into an Indian band
Growin' up in the brotherhood
In the brotherhood, brotherhood

Brothers are your best friends
By your side until the end
Always there to lend a hand