Lyrics:
The nipa hut is calling, the red horse is cold
Gotta spin these wheels before my day gets old
I spend some nights walking down the shore
Still trying
the parentally misguided
(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not
An empty pack of Marlboro reds sittin' by the bed
I can still see mama crying on the phone
And I sorta still remember who I was that September
Before
I miss Tennessee
Where the hills are so green
And the sounds of guitar
Pull the strings in your heart
And horses run free
I miss Tennessee
Forever my
Red telephone sitting by my bed
Practically bore your name
Lying alone in the twilight zone
Waiting for your call to come in
Hadn't been for
You opened up the red sea waters
Divided it in two
Israel walked right through
Israel walked right through
And then they came, horses and chariots
the wilderness
Gotta get rid of wickedness
Rid me of any contraband
We on the way to the promised land
Fire by night, cloud by day
Fire by night, cloud by day
God
took your lives
Grey mist swirl across the meadows
Where battles once ruled the steps
Where the ancient armors of bronze
Are buried and corroded by
by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under
most of your neighbors are a mix of blue and red
And are practically neck to neck in the polling
And the yellow party are the party you've invested all
Pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so
When I was a kid I had a rockin' horse named Ranger
Out on the front porch we would ride we would ride
Little red cowboy boots, little red cowboy
to herd the horses and to learn to know them all
To round 'em up by daylight; if he could
To follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team
And help
becomes Hitler
White horse and red horse
Christ twists on the cross
Christ smiles in the guttering rubble
He brings not peace but a sword
Maybe
mist, red leaves
Frost lingers on the trees
And my armor
The keeper of a heart
That keeps me going under
I kind of like it by myself
Where no one
In a place where the sun has forgot to shine
And the moon has forgotten to rise
Where the faces are grey, and they live just to play
And you won't
think you got them where you want 'em
Then they leave you all alone
Half broke horses, they never come back home
Now I watch that little girl by
on everything
Til the lights out
Gomorrah and Sodom
Where even the horses horse shoes are red bottoms
Meanwhile veterans even living in pure squalor
And the ultra
in July.
Well the old sleeping gums by the river
Awaken to herds strayin' by,
From flats where the fences have vanished,
As the storm clouds they
my friend
Will not see my pain
Out where it gets lonesome
In the early summer rain
There's a red flying horse by the roadside
Spreading his
and your head's bowed low
And your thoughts are running thick and muddy and slow
And you knew what you had to say, you had it clear in your mind
And for
won't allow you
Chung Lee getting fucked by Ryu
Turn to Shang Tsung then mortify you
Killer cum shot let it swim inside you
Fatality, where's Valery low
loonies
Leave it smokin like a Lucy
Pipes as red as a ruby
Bitten by the bug
An it had cordyceps
Now I'm Addicted to this drug
an Fuck the side effects
what they really want
Drive out to the boondocks
And park down by the creek
And where it's George Strait
Real late dancing cheek to cheek
Ain't
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