Lyrics:
Keep your weight on the dead man's handle
Or the wheels won't hold the rail
Keep your weight on the dead man's handle
Or the steam brake's bound
driver
I'm a runaway train driver,
Heading off the rails
I am no ordinary vandal, oh no
Hanging on to the dead man's handle
And I'm never going
travel with
You gotta get hit, your man dead, so you gotta handle this
Extort y'all, once friends, now we gotta cross y'all
You know the niggas with
I can hold my liquor
But this man can't handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town
I'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio
get along
We're always fighting about things
That should be dead and gone
We bury the hatchet
But leave the handle stickin' out
We're always
I can handle
She’s a little too much for me
I’m grateful for her sweet love
It’s the only thing that I’m certain of
Friends say, I’m such a lucky man
And I'm hoping that someday you'll set me free
My friends, they tell me that I'm looking like a dead man walking (dead man walking)
Yeah, hope one day
the guy's dead, right?
And then the whole, gay-stepfather-incest-rape thing?
I don't have your back on this one
I can't even fuckin' handle it, I'm done
better, if you've got the nerve
Let's race all the way -- to Dead Man's Curve"
(Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play
(Dead Man's Curve) you'd best
better, if you've got the nerve
Let's race all the way -- to Dead Man's Curve"
(Dead Man's Curve) is no place to play
(Dead Man's Curve) you'd best
'bout the situation (situation)
I'd never let you go
Can you handle it, if I go there, baby, with you?
I can handle it, I can go there, baby, with
worry 'bout the situation (situation)
I'd never let you go
Can you handle it, if I go there, baby, with you?
I can handle it, I can go there, baby,
It takes a big, big man to handle everything
It takes a big, big man to handle everything
We’re the people wearin’ and it doesn’t mean
We need
of rage
Fires burn with black smoke
Oil slicks put us on the ropes
Man it's hard to handle
When the bank's broke
Don't kow-tow, don't bow down
A smell of Springsteen
A pair of pantyhose
This talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette
She said, "My man, you know, it's time to get your
back road in this town
She'll love you like a Sunday drive
And she'll take your poor heart down
Dead man's curve, dead man's curve
No redemption,
the devil made me do it the first time
The second time I done it on my own
Lord, put a handle on a simple handed man
And help me leave that black rose
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
The man is dead
The man is dead
When I try to sleep at night
I can only dream in red
The outside world is black and white
you forever
I've got my man
Someday I know he's coming
Back to call me
He's gonna handle me
And hold me so
It's going to be like dying, Porgy
I like my man
Someday I know he's coming
Back to call me
He's gonna handle me
And hold me so
It's going to be like dying, Porgy
When he
Porgy, I wanna stay here
With you forever
I got my man
Someday, I know
He's comin' back to call me
He's going to handle me and hold me
It's gonna be like
you film me
On your video phone
Make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone
I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone
On your video, video
If
you forever
I've got my man
Someday I know he's coming
Back to call me
He's gonna handle me
And hold me so
It's going to be like dying, Porgy
How to handle a woman,
There's a way said a wise old man,
A way know by every woman,
Since the whole rigmarole began!
Do I flatter her, I
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