Lyrics:
of things
Feel the charm of you, the chain will be bound
Weakness by sweetness, oh
Where are you tonight, the moon is round
Clear cloudless sky, and then
they dare their fate, they feel too much secured
Cannons fire round by round, the smell of acred smoke
Vibrating full from top to ground, shacken by
Take myself by the hand, join the queue
What am I doing outside my bedroom?
Just felt like a kind thing to do
Just felt like something you
tryna find any truth in between the lies
Am I wasting my time?
Replaying conversations runnin' 'round in my mind
Didn't wanna be a love let go
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana
Even past right through Texarkana
Lord I know that time is truly wastin'
Not getting any younger
I'm runnin' round
Saginaw by midnight, that's the plan
And then the snow blows harder still
On covered roads and slip'ry hills,
This trip will surely test his will...
Lookin' out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone's
Why I can't hold it long
But you're hurting inside
So I'll get off this ride
'Cause I don't want to be
Just another horse on the merry go round
They say that the dead live forever
And round here well they probably do
If you stand by the gates outside Graceland
You can watch all the dead
Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind
Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line
And the big round penny that you lay on the rails
Mmm, mmm
Now I can't trust none of these hoes nowadays
'Cause they be walkin' 'round with that shit called AIDS
And every girl I meet nowadays is
Miss ol' St. Louis, wish I was back
Picking my guitar by the railroad track
All them pretty women's, hangin' 'round me
Miss ol' St. Louis, how it
schoolboy
Tie you up in knots, or she can be a kill-joy
But if you find out that she gets about, just turn her round.
Let her come along and take you by
Me and Junior, Sonny and Steve hangin' at the fillin' station
And drinkin' Cokes out by the grease rack a week before graduation
Telling lies bout
to breath
All my childhood dreams
Are bursting at the seams
And dangling around my knees
I've been deformed by emotional scars
And the cancer of love has
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
the way,
a shogun
A Little something for the peasant yanking on my chain
You the reason a niggas sing about a membrane
Running round like a clown acting hella
it’s you
That I believe in
Wohohohoo
Till the end of the world
Through the fires of hell
I’ll be there
Right by your side
Eternal flame
Lighting up
to take a chump sucker down
And my H-K it holds 80 rounds
So when you move be careful and don't play
And watch for the ricochet
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah
'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smiling, ever
your couch
And it's knowin' I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in
priests came 'round our house tonight
One young, one old
To offer prayers for the dying, to serve the final rites
One to learn, one to teach
Which way
From the great Atlantic ocean
To the wide Pacific shore
To the queen of flowing mountains
For the hills and by the shore
She's mighty tall
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