Lyrics:
And Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
Little East Texas Red
He was the meanest bull around.
If you rode by night or the broad
Qualudes with the evening roast
Assorted snorts of powder in between
I don't think a day's gone by
That I wasn't drunk or high
It's the only way I keep
a course then push the button
I swallow spores born by the laws of a morbid glutton
I can spot a drunk battalion by the Charlie Chaplin waddle
Zig zag
shut your cakehole,
This is soul like watching some day old,
Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall,
And it's so beautiful it's painful, a sweet
It's three o'clock on a Saturday, stumbling through the city,
Feeling drunk from all the car fumes and chain smoking ciggies,
We are searching for
of grave
You and I are gonna live forever when I get drunk
Writing love letters, the texts, sippin' on the red
I thought it better to confine to the DM's
appreciation, no more hesitation, reparations
Focus on innovation
In the middle of the night, with a pistol by my side, there isn't no place for us to
Hide
When
chewing up my conscious
Salvo, swing for the fences
I'll be a different be person by the end of this sentence
Down low then I'm up in an instant
And what's
Red Stripes
Last train to Paris, round the world in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the new era, test me
Louisville slugger, you'll get buried in my New
Red Stripes
Last train to Paris, round the world in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the new era, test me
Louisville slugger, you'll get buried in my New
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I grew up here on Bourbon Street
Playin' for the beer and tips
Livin' by the Poncha Train
Watchin' drunks and sailin' ships
I'm sittin'
Im About dopefiend seminars ,foreign cars broads/with no bras and panties on /hammer on /me like a decepticon /riding the G train/she claim /she fell
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light
Tangling with my
the kids without the stroller wheels drunk off sober feels
Pain, I'ma give you blaow to your brain
Kill you on the track with the thought from a train
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
Old toy trains, little toy tracks
Little boy toys, comin' from a sack
Carried by a man dressed in white and red
Little boy don't you think it?s
by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain, no
But you don't have to call me
by a damned old train
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standing' in the rain, no
But you don't have to call me
Old toy trains
Little toy tracks
Little toy drums
Coming from a sack
Carried by a man
Dressed
In white and red
Little one
Don't you think
settin' in
Gone and dang done it again
Pack of Reds by the bed
And we don't even smoke
Dang if we didn't get drunk last night
What was so wrong, we
hard
Down with no head on him now
And I felt so bad
'Cause I didn't know how to feel bad enough
To make him proud
By the time you read this
I
to capitalise, puts pressure onto the Demon (Laugh). Blue Blood is getting out of there as fast as he can. Little Red is going out of the ring as well, but not by
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
The train pulled away on that glorious night
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light
Tangling with my
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