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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Crow/Crow: City of Angels (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Take Care Take Care Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) – and 90 other albums »


turn on Bourbon
Cuts like the knives of New Orleans

I'm a ghost dodging bullets
In all of these alleys
Just looking for my getaway keys
Wrapped up in
be held by the same hand 

What's it gonna take to liberate? 
An emancipation, a false proclamation? 
All these token words that you legislate
cried, it's so hot inside
You could die in the living room
Take the fan from the window
Prop the door back with a broom
The cuckoo clock has died
You're given two sets of clues
With the answers all the same
And a two-speed crossword
Called 'love in the suds'
Your bullet holes are screaming
I don't even want the nomination
Piss on it, piss on it 
Throw it in the trash and kiss it 

I will not eat crow for you or anyone else 
I will
by on the shore 
Yes that's your spirit inside you just waiting 
It's time to move, now that much you must know 

Step outside and take a breath
the cause for the pause you think you see
Is really concentration of the steel
I got a bullet with a name on it
Bullet with a name

You see everybody's
controlled by remote?
Oh, Calling duppy conqueror
I'm the ghost catcher
This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka
Take your chance, prove yourself,
weapons to show you that I'm not afraid
Take the bullets away
Take the bullets away

Am I worthless?
Am I filthy?
Am I too far gone for a remedy?
Will you
Luther King

It was just one shot
Through the kitchen window
Just one or two miles from here
If you fly like a crow

A bullet came to visit a doctor
Inch by inch, row by row,
Gonna make this garden grow,
All it takes is a rake and a hoe,
And a piece of fertile ground.

Inch by inch, row by
can't even drink it
Well, maybe by Christmas they'll dig up the roads
Take whatever you can, girl
Leave the rest for the crows
Leave the rest for
to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around,
Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town,
Asking for Mr Brown
I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)?
Is Mr Brown controlled by
closer than your next to kin
Thick as these and the best of friends
Take a bullet for each other

Yea brothers a light that don't come cheap
You
The mystic landscape makes me stop, take a walk through shadow fields
Three crows pass me by and in awe I remember their names and I call out
To the queens
take it so hard
Other people get by
With either bourbon or god
But my world became this one boy
It's the way that I'm made
Do you think I enjoy it?
but who do you think got the dough?

Take a look at that pilgrim passin' by
He's lookin' for love, I can see it in his eyes
He's runnin' 'round in
crow:
"When the time is right, I'll strike
And condescend to the earth below
And take whichever treat I'd like"
The moment the baker turned around
[Chorus]
Shatterproof, who woulda thought that the edge of the earth
Is underneath you feet right where you stand
I can see land from the crow's
war waged on the people government lies fueled by fear trust the unity and machine gun bullet in the head for my indiscretions how much oppression
Inch by inch, row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row,
Standing in the red light of a Bourbon Street French Quarter
Where I met a Spanish Porter who obliged me with his grin
He asked me for my time, I
of 0's
What you after, actor money?
You in line behind currency, yeah you after money
Bullet proof condom when I'm in these hoes
Got staples on my dick
of 0's
What you after, actor money?
You in line behind currency, yeah you after money
Bullet proof condom when I'm in these hoes
Got staples on my dick
land on their feet
If that's a lie
I want you to delete it

Was mystified
Took a Greyhound for a ride
And by Arcadia
Decided I'd be Steven
Now we're even