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to me. [Jack White] Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us. We'll give it a home. Well, have they got something shiny for me? Anybody
Yeah, you know Beaten red white and blue for the green we pursue I’m still looking for you America who are you? Underneath the red blue and white
In my home town for anyone who sticks around You're either lost or you're found There's not much in between In my home town everything's still
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around Tired of living in your one horse town You'd like to find a little hole in the ground For awhile So
the decent way for a Bo to go Home to the by and by I knew that fever had you, Jack And that doctor just wouldn't come He was too busy treatin'
the decent way for a Bo to go Home to the by and by; I knew that fever had you, Jack And that doctor just wouldn't come He was too busy treatin'
Unforgiven From the stately homes of England to her prisons And looking back at the hardened lifers Looking back on the wretched poor Thinking maybe they were
I got pounds of keisha Dope house full of geekers Looking for that white bitch, cocaina have you seen her? I got pounds of keisha Dope house full
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around Tired of living in your one horse town you'd like to find a little hole in the ground For awhile
Give them reasons why Fuck the real reasons I was crucified Still the wrong season Now you're looking for a signpost that takes you to home
vowed that he would stay by Jack until the bitter end Jack had gambled everything he owned to leave this wondering life He might have had a happy home
the street Underfoot the pavement is melting Crumbling for the luckiest girl The whole world is melting (White, white heat) But I'm still not in
home He tried to tell her she was the Avon lady Who just happened by And she was selling some new perfume That she wanted his wife to try If
A nation of waitresses and waiters Will you mix their martinis Will you stand still for it Or will you take to the hills It could be clay and it could
what I was looking for A familiar face that would smile at me sweetly (If you) Take me down To where I'm whole Where everybody knows me Deep
looking for a home [Chorus] And I know he ain’t afraid of where he’s going And I’m sure he ain’t ashamed of where he’s been He has paid a little piece
them go, I hear the angels sing 'Gloria' Love is the gift he brings I've been looking for Christmas On the streets in the faces passing by I've
Bad Tony and the ball drop In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot time Hurry up duke I'm next on line And what the fuck is you looking at? By
looks like the Predator it's gettin' dissed by the editor Looked up and hell of white for caper It's to lynch a nigga on paper But I'm much too
fruity by the pound (That's how ya feel) And I got the best white in the town (That's how ya feel) 45 on my lap, it's going down (That's how ya feel)
We're all Union Jacks And there's no home for the brave And there's no way back We are the obeyer We are the law In stained boots And navy blue
gettin' on And looking out for number one Is all we got in common With business, home, family Are we ever all that we could be? Trading in our
a saint" Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair "There's something funny
like a saint" Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair "There's something
thrills are cheap and love is divine Home by the river, tall grass and fields, Pond of willow oak, well for to kneel Dusty O Dusty, decision night, don't be