Lyrics:
'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang, die, bitch nigga, die, I hope you bleed a lake
I'm a play x-ray,
a girl like you, she was born to be blessed
My hands are yours, and you can take them from me
And take my mouth, I have nothing to say
I want to fly
from where I'm standing
You got me thinking what we could be 'cause
I keep craving, craving, you don't know it but it's true
Can't get my mouth
the mouth of the gone
Laughing out loud
And it lives
From the hand of the wrong
Bury the proud
As I did
It lives
Into extinction fall the essence
Source of all we hope or dread
Sheepdog, jackal, rattler, swan
We hunt your face and long to trust
That your hid mouth will say again let there be
Empty desk in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife
Tight in my right hand
To save my poor mother from the junkyard man
He's as sick
I'd won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy's mouth for makin' fun of my car
And it was White
Now she's screaming and crying
Papa let your mama come
Back home
I stole my good gal
From my bosom friend
That fool got lucky
He stole her
attacks.
From your mouth to your hands to the floor you're bubbling syntax.
What the crickets see is between you and me.
What scarecrows think would turn you
page
He plays his Zevon tune
Beneath a gulf moon
Take a walk down along the wall
You'll go right on past the carnival
Hand in hand with the keeper
you know it never stops
From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks
Love is whatever, whatever, you want it to be
Love is not a game you
Empty desk in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife
Tight in my right hand
To save my poor mother from the junkyard man
He's as sick
Erotica, romance
My name is Dita
I'll be your mistress tonight
I'd like to put you in a trance
If I take you from behind
Push myself into your
skies, my love
To the dark and the empty skies
The first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like a trembling heart
) from New York to Chicago
(Raise your hands) from New Jersey to Tokyo
Oh oh raise your hands
I, I've been out on the front line
Where you'll go down
how we sound let me see you hand then wave up
[Chorus]
Cho
Me want fi hear you shout shout shout
From you love the lyrics coming out me mouth
Tonight with the sea and the salty breeze
The milk from your breast is on my lips
And lovlier words from your mouth to me
And salt from my sweat
You're the love of my life
And the breath in my prayers
Take my hand lead me there
What I need is you here
I can't forget the taste of your mouth
From
dress
She drinks from a bottle
Labelled tenderness
I'm in one hand in the other's a can
She puts me in the can
And smiles through the wall
I got
drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop
Lay in to the fryin' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
and help to receive from invisible hands
Invisible hands (are waiting to guide you)
Invisible hands (are always beside you)
So pray and believe and help
Charity begins at home
Keep your hands in your pockets
Charity won't leave you alone
Everywhere that we turn
There are mouths to be fed
How can we
for good
I'm just sayin' I'm doing the best I can
But what do you expect from a redneck?
Hell, I was born with a beer in my hand
When I was
mouth
And a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart
Bleeding blood from an empty pocket
I never knew why
And you didn't care when
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