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adieu to your eyes as blue as the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm
adieu to your eyes as blue as the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer the man of war
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm
adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
I'm a free born man of the USA
Like one foot in heaven 'n' one foot in hell

This world you care for is calling my name
This world you fight for will be turning my way

Who's got
do, so friend I'm coming through
Yes, for you I'll always find the time, we will have a bottle
Of wine, old friend, I'm here by your side, oh,
leavin' here alive"
 
 She said "I'm savin' up my money and when I get the nerve I'll run
 "But Jim don't give up easily so I intend to buy a gun
 "He
"Two stupid Americans..." 

We were at the mercy of this passionate waiter 
Who pulled the corks at the Osterasis Cafe 
He kept serving us wine we
to him buy candy bars,
cracker jack and bubble gum, will start his day off right
all the Girllies follow him just to beg him for a bite


Bimbo, Bimbo
with the kit
I said, "Kitten, how ya doin miss?"
I said, "Hello my name is Parrish"

"Hi, my name is Cris"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Yes"

"What will
Please don't answer it

Death is their only way to get high
The neck of Anubis strangled by wire

They say, "I'll live for your sins
If you will die
to him buy candy bars,
cracker jack and bubble gum, will start his day off right
all the Girllies follow him just to beg him for a bite


Bimbo, Bimbo
will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners

Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
buy some buds"

It's always the yogurt sprout eating mother fuckers
Who get run over by a bus drive by a guy
Who smokes three and a half packs a day
on the corners 
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners 

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 
Grab your guns boy 
Forty-five by my side, do he
the Alps, lived only on apricots
Picked by the side of the road. 

In Vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only French 
But mostly bickered. 
They fed
everything
Talk to a man that knows
He said some will sell me and some will buy
For a state of affection and they cause high
But regardless
that is all that matters
He sees a cat he knows so well
Now sleeping on a bench together

A woman waiting by herself, selling flowers
"Please buy
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
said you need me even though i'm an asshole.

Lately I don't get enough sleep. The bags by my eyes can carry my groceries. I drink wine just to feel
this life and go to start another one

Hell for sale!
Come down you won't believe it
Hell for sale!
You can buy it
Hell for sale!
I know you won't
got was hard times 

Hunger and nakedness, from the snake that hissed 

Beaten and killed by the ones 

who say, "Look to the sky for your piece
the next dime
Or the next fifth of wine is at
And who gon buy it for you
Who gon get it for you
Who gon pour it for you, roll it for you
Shit you ain't
little punk
Forgot my key and had to ring my bell
My momma came dressed, she said, "Who the hell?"
Wait momma, wait, it's me ya little son
Before I knew it
Bringin a gun to a knife fight will get you killed
Walkin out the back door
Morals and rules only exist in the street
And the bids to buy them are