Lyrics:
and half-baked
I was brought in on a palanquin
Made of the many bodies of beautiful women
Brought to this place to be examined
Swaying on an elephant
a man who don't cry
With ash on the feet in front pillar heels
I've been up
And I've been down
But my place ain't on the ground
I'd rather me death
built on faith
Your talents about to be booked for 12 months straight
See -Certain levels was unreachable
But if you just speak it, who am I preachin
that I do not mean the royal way
That's why this man won't say
There is no better place than home
That's why I love my wife and I will never roam
That's
Slightly Stoopid mashing up America
Like the music in psalms of King Solomon
Let it be heard by all generations
So tell me watta gwan all the youth rebellion
behind, new places to see
For the bright city lights where I wanted to be
I remember the valleys
And mountains so green
The meadows so golden
Their likes
you needed
You say
Your here all by yourself
And i put you through hell
I guess I'll never be what you needed
No
If you know all the places on the map
Woke up in your bed
Thinking 'bout where you have gone
New friends to call yours
New air passing through your lungs
New place to call home
This
in the back
I know it just goes on
In the rear view mirror I see a whole lot of living
At 60 miles an hour it goes by real fast
And even
be smackin' her man with the back of my hand
But that's just half of the plan
I can't believe this fuckin snake used to pass as my fam
Come up
Edited formatting.
I wrote a song about war, the kind that lives in your head.
I found a place I can sit, a place where everyday light hits.
By B. Brown/W. Johnson
I've been around the world
A couple of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign
Scrounging through the shit to find a place to call home
To settle in, set up shop, pull out your wares and play
To sing a song to you, for you
thought that I was home
I'll leave my key by the kitchen door
I'd like to stay here but I'm not sure what for
I think it might be better if I phone
We went into town on the tuesday night
Searching all the places that you hang about
We're looking for you
In the back street cellar dive drinking
'bout to lose your place to the girl next door"
And hell no, I don't want her, I'm just giving you incentive
Inspiration before I go on these sold out
Picture you upon my knee
Just tea for two
And two for tea
Just me for you
And you for me alone
I'm discontented with homes that are rented
So
here
He said yeah, but there's no place like home
I wish I could see Bakersfield
Where the oil wells are pumpin'
The oranges are bloomin'
hanging out
So I'll be late
Don't stay up and wait
I guess I'm stayin' here tonight
So shut the door and shut off the light
I never made it home last night
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
You can be all in my face without toxic fool
You can be all
and less of me
you can't buy my time)
with your (we have?) pretty faces
to be replaced
in unsafe places
at least our car will go down with some grace
I don't want to live with this feeling any longer than I have to
But also I don't want you to be gone
So I talk about you all the time
Including
to stare
Who cares, I double-dare
Fulton [Name], pay a fare when you're comin through
Everyday I get saluted by gods on the boulevard
In my mind I know
Walk along with me for just awhile
This town can beat you down
It's mile after lonely mile
With so many faces and unfamiliar places every day
I
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