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The office door closed early
The hidden bottle came out
The salesman turned to close the blinds
A little slow now, a little stout 

But he's
I'm putting this night down to bed
Cause I was sitting at the bar
Hoping you're walk in the door
That says killian's red

Cause I left you
only dirty washing

I love this town down on its knees
It's going under by degrees
Still we can do just as we please
As long as no one's watching
rails squeaking and sputtering down the west side
I found a skeleton tooth in the junk drawer 
And I mean to open the folding green and white door
you always got away
What it is that keeps you just that step ahead

No one can say
In one last raid the agents
Of the dawn break down the door
and the things I do
It was meant to be
I was made for you
Open the door to my heart, it's stopped
And I'm shocked....

[CHORUS:]

[3:]
Surrounded by
hope our journeys only just begun
Drivin down the sunset
Put the top down, rock the 8 track
I smile as if to say I think you know (I think you know)
on your fingertips
And everything you do is wrong

Demons seed by the light of the moon
Hell I bent... he's on your door
Pull an ace... a crazy face
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I'm the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord

The eye of hawk
Both live and die by
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend. 

Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back
And everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
shack
On the banks of the river by the railroad track

We kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer
(Chip Davis, Bill Fries)

On a cold November mornin'
Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at Ames
Came
Going around door to door, setting off alarms
All that horse shit, you should have left it at the barn
Keep a stallion, tell her gallop to the store
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
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear 

The non commercial set is now here 

Brought to you by the will of positve people 

K are S plus One equals
And a knock upon a hidden door
It is you I adore

Here it comes again
Filling my soul, never want to let go
Here it comes again
Be at one with your love
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
And we kept chickens in a pen in the back and everybody said we was po' folks

My daddy was a farmer but all he
down
Bombin' insides doggin' whole cars
My brothers burnin' styles from door to door
Runnin' through my veins
Cause I'm fiendin' for the graff
Paint
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
One, and here comes the two to the three and four
Then I drop the beat I have in store
Lay dynamics on the top like a rug
Make it sound smooth
the chance like Len Blias 
Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade 
More content then when rent is paid 
And renitent like raider spraid 
Oow yo
On the banks of the river by the railroad track
We kept chickens in a pen in the back snd everybody said we was po' folks
My daddy was a farmer but all he ever
Twins (repeat 3x)]
Fuck that one
I got my Nina gun pistol!
Down on they brain

[Verse 2: D-Roc]
I make you want to pop that thing girl when the bass