Lyrics:
surprised like bruises on the inner thighs
If you knew your muse's inner lives
Wonderin' why I had to ride amusement in her eyes
Sometimes you run out
a little extra heart throb
Paying my bills and paying my dues
I'll never ever ever walk away from my muse
Bucket list for a life grass is greener
Shooting stars always die
That's why I gotta live the best of life
Hollywood stars, rockstar life
You can be sad when die
Shooting stars always
between the sprite and the muse is where the simple song starts turning
Remand yourself, because after all the king is dead
The king is dead
The king is
evergreen
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
heroes don't fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody's doin a little dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work
So be
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
the night
On his humble chair
Plant seeds of tomorrow
Roaming through dead pale stars
Kill the void with your longbow
Sew up the deep human scars
Dreaming
He's an aging man without a future plan
He was a star but now they've all forgot
Now he just lives in the past, he's just a blast from the past
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
star, I aim supreme
Pops said, "If you gon' aim for kings, claim it king"
My brainstorm reigns supreme
Black super hero with the cape and wings
Still
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre
And will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
confess is either in vain Or is building The next by drilling their heads
With substance abuse, philosophical senses
Find you a muse, mine is electric
So I
you are only in my head
Sometimes I want to think you're listening
When every other voice is dead
The last survivor of the fall
Without a will to live
The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre
And will not star Natalie Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia
The revolution
when they're dead
Suffocating ten feet underground
Resurrect the sound of your heartbeat
Line by line I trace the stars
Map them in my telescope
this child came to seek
In payment for thy peace of mind, to this the muse shall speak
One soul; two lives
Threefold the lasting price
Not all rewards
green
I'm with you once more under the stars
And down by the shore an orchestra's playing
And even the palms seem to be swaying
When they begin
The Cremation of Sam McGee
The Cremation of Sam McGee
(Robert W. Service)
There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun
by the men who moil
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
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