Lyrics:
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
pennies, count them ten
Grab those pennies, count them ten
Hand of God, never come back up again
Let the river cast its spell
On me
(Hand of God, hand
the mornin' 'fore the sun come up
He'd kiss his sleepin' daughter
Steer out through the channel
And casts his nets into the water
Billy Sutter fought with
mocks each tear that falls
And I cast a lonesome shadow on these lonely, lonely walls
He's always by my side at night no matter where I go
He lurks
, a planet shaking gasp, bacteria that lives outside
The storm-cloud of your breath
These rags can't cover up your ribcage
And these rags, an insurgency
drivin' or the clothes that you wear
Material possessions won't matter up there
Someday in heaven with the angels I'll sing
And these rags that I'm
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so
and tells Fanny she's going to be a
Big star some day. Fanny asks how much Keeney is paying her,
And Nick manages to jack up her salary by pretending to bid
Will you hold the line
When every one of them is giving up or giving in? Tell me
In this house of mine
Nothing ever comes without a consequence
Sailing on my every step. Inching off of the earth.
Is magnified by the things I've done.
The thing that I've become.
Every lift of my hand
Sailing on my every step. Inching off of the earth.
Is magnified by the things I've done.
The thing that I've become.
Every lift of my hand
She had a rag-top Eldorado, "tuck-in-row pleat".
She picked me up in Colorado...and put me right in the drivers seat.
I said "I got no money...you
A shake of the tin
The money drops in, but is it a sin
You're standing in rags
You're selling your flags
But who gets the dough at the end
Ocean man, take me by the hand, lead me to the land that you understand
Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe is a real trip
Ocean
closer? (Closer, closer, closer)
By the cold and religious, we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Strung out behind us,
Ocean man, take me by the hand
Lead me to the land that you understand
Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe
Is a real trip
Ocean man,
of work
She finally got my number
Loves those cast-offs and those hand-me-downs
Dresses like a bride-to-be
From some other century
Stylish rags
I see you when you sleep
And I wonder what you dream
So I open up your eyes
And inside I see you
Fall around
Fall around
Like a rag doll
Suffocated
the walls off
Fuck it, tie my flag around my mouth
Blue rag on my face, blue rag in my left pocket
Pistols screamin, unleashin pure fury
Smash, snatch
bread in individual slices
And something in the daily rag to cancel any crisis
What would you say, what would you do?
Children and animals two-by
They talk to the sister the father and the mother
With a microphone in one hand and a checkbook in the other
And the camera noses in on the tears
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