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If you heat up honey In a cast-iron skillet If you boil some coffee Take my old cup and fill it What you'll have, and what you'll hold Is a helping
Your feet propped up on that kitchen chair Mornin' papers scattered all around you Coffee brewin' on that cast-iron stove And the pleasure of just
Sitting pretty here on Viceroy's Row He made a fortune out of barbed wire In the last days of the Empire Built a cast-iron curtain Just to keep control He
Can I get an, "Amen" For livin' in Hallelujahville? Sunday supper, we pass the biscuits Save the grease from cast-iron skillets D.C.'s broke
late in the evening as I sit here moping With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin And a cast-iron heart that you failed to rip open At the other
With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin And the cast-iron heart that you failed to tear open At the other end At the other end of the telescope
With a bamboo needle on a shellac of Chopin And the cast-iron heart that you failed to tear open At the other end At the other end of the telescope
gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still
a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car Be big niggaz to they
the deal) I said I am my own On my own I am Immortalized in stone A cast-iron Psalm I am here to stay And I ain't going away My love will keep me
stomachs of cast-iron Who been in to win and blast to the last siren On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like how he did
stomachs of cast-iron Who been in to win and blast to the last siren On the slow-mo the calm artist with the so-so chick Chased them all like how he did
night the torch that enlightens Our strong cast-iron, harder the lion A mighty foundation, many mouths to feed With the energy needed to turn a seed
of the moon Hold up a city with cast-iron museum walls Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools Bring out the skill in your skin polish your
Hold up a city with cast-iron museum walls Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair
prison got you wondering What the fuck it's all about Believe in the word the world sent you Flying through the castiron gates of hell's angels Enemy
Hear my humor, it's darker than the future A cast-iron past just weighs me down Don't ask questions, it's easier, it's kinder I'm caught in
It's the title track Take me down to Carolina, I need mountain air Got seasoning in the cast-iron and some color in my hair And I could fall in
on the cast-iron (?)" And drille terriers, drille." Drille terriers, drille For it's work all day For the sugar in your tea Down behind the railway And drille
The cast-iron pans in the sink Hah Hah Hah Haaah Well maybe it’s the land where they set up shop Maybe it’s the angle of the blood moon But there’s something odd
Caught me lookin' ahead Might just do it again, again With the cast-iron sights Might just do it again Never lookin’ behind Left or right, up or down
a cast-iron drill of friction in your refrains I can't tell if you're bad for me You see Your looks could kill and you taste so sweet It seems Oooh
misjudged Tall and shiny To gaze down On your feeble mind Obstinate Abhorrent slayer (Let me break Your sad stiff neck) Cast-iron tyranny To reign your realm
this cast-iron girl I’ve got scars from wearing My heart on my sleeve A river never flows the same Direction twice my oars are about gone what
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