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Kick off the covers and fall out of bed
Hot rod coffee and a Percocet
Oh Lord, the work ain't never done
Steel don't sleep and rarely do I
Burning up

She's My Man

Scissor Sisters

Ta-Dah [2-CD]

2006

hand
And some girls like to pray
My girl takes her drinks 
With dusty-rusted razor blades

As I lay between these covers
I wanna tell her that I

Summer of '89

Butch Walker & the Black Widows

Summer of '89

2011

cared 
More than I ever knew, 
And knew I played clubs 
Let me sleep through school 
And my day job boss 
Who wrote it up as a loss 
But let me

familiar eyes
She climbs up an unele tree
To hide
Mirage of elsewhere fills the air
She knew the time had come
Tomorrow she leaves home
Still haunted by

dry today
Everlasting stomach ache, my body decay
Now Bitch I walk up to the gate
I'm circling round the rusted drain
My hands decide to shield my face

I'm boutta graduate (boutta graduate)
Fuck happened?
Just wit' the fam, raised by the A-S in the brackets
Thinking 'bout the present, got me wishing for

and put it in his boot
Bring it to me baby next time you visit
He set your ass up all for the love you risked it
Now you're locked down reflecting where it

near me
But she's been taken by the wind
Just a reminder of the mistakes
And the could have, should have beens
Because it's hard when you know that
It's

God's Dice

Pearl Jam

Binaural

2000

luck
Resignate

This power has no roots to guide, no role
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go
Unwillingness, it's meaningless
To walk away in vain

In the early Spring time while I'm daydreaming
Thoughts arrive
Entirely focused on your royalty
Citrine by design
Alloy of make and believe for me

Starting to remember times I went without a home
No one to call help
The people I trusted turn to me the gold rusted
All the pent up and anger
The pure gold

we can watch them eat

We'll walk by the old mining gear
Rusted sheets of iron that the men left here
A hundred summers might be time enough
To smooth

Cause I stayed true
Cause there's beauty in the roots Too
Lil mama got it Cracking on me
I'm up in the Club
Got to keep it Cracking Homie
Had couple

do grow in a wasteland,
that being watered by the rusted machines
left by the old men watching my dreams.

There were robots made with gold and puppets

God's Dice

Pearl Jam

Live: 10-18-00 - Lubbock, Texas

2001

my luck 
Resignate 

This power has no roots to guide, no role 
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go 
Unwillingness, it's meaningless 
To walk

me down to the root
I been filling up on god
Drank the fountain of youth
But I ain't living like no lord
Strip me down to the root

You want a sense

I do things that I regret and I'm left here wondering why
Been digging up weeds by the family tree
Pulling up truth and lies
Got my daddy's grit

the air above, the rocky shore, where only gods and osprey soar
Poseidon's Tree had carried him away...

Take me away (sanctified by thy root, safe inside

the air flying up above
The enemy from overseas (the seas)
I grabbed my family by the hands and we ran away
We're running from the enemy

No roots, no

Yeah it's alive
It's alive

Yeah, Yo
I must be some kind of Frankenstein
Peep the way I'm designed
With the 9 by the waistline
Don't waste your time

landed in that New York City Cover Band, without out a plan
Where everyone is measured by they rubber bands
I'm bummy as can be, oh me oh my, they tell me

My Dad

Porter Wagoner

The Farmer

1973

And if you're always honest with yourself son
It covers many of the commandments of God
Pride was another word that my dad lived by
He took pride in each

PLUNGE IN THE DEEP   
CEPT ROUND AND ROUND                   YOU WONT FIND ME
                                             GAMES UP
YOUR COVERS BLOWN

In a world that's only cruel
In a world that's only cruel for sure it's got me feelin blue
You slowly wakin up desperately diggin for the truth
Man