Lyrics:
gun, gun
I know you told me I should stay away
I know you said he's just a dog astray
He is a bad boy with a tainted heart
And even I know this ain't
Out in Arizona where the bad men are,
And the only friend to guide you is an Evening Star,
The roughest, toughest man by far
Is Ragtime Cowboy
love
Being loved by you
He will not always say
What you would have him say
But now and then he'll say
Something wonderful
The thoughtless things
shall prosper, it won't work
Say no weapon formed against me shall prosper, it won't work
God will do what He said He would do
He will stand by His word
shoulder at me
And he's strange, sure, he's strange
You've got to pick up every stitch
You've got to pick up every stitch, yeah
Beatniks are out
if you've got the money
Or if you're a friend to me
But the one man band
By the quick lunch stand
He's been playing real good for free
Nobody
you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have
you on and now you tapped in
Tapped in with a Rich boy sellin' that (yeah), throw some Ds
Bad bitch (yeah) she with me
Bagged it up, Double Cs
I was stood by the light as I looked through the window
With the greatest intention not meaning to see
I was there in the dark and I saw you
I'd rather be rich, it sounds a little funny
If diggin' a ditch would earn me lots of money
I'd dig like a fool in the land of milk and honey
the git go,
Lord it's always been that way
He told the truth, and they hung him up to die
The son of God who created you and I
He said it in the Good Book
you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich?
Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch?
Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have
and roll
Wants me to send a donation
'Cause he's worried about my soul
He said, "Jesus walked on the water"
And I know that it's true
But sometimes I
to want me, but you didn't want to
But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things and
Piece by piece he filled
(That's bullshit,
yo). (You rob niggaz...what the fuck you talkin bout?)I, I do mine...but he
rich, he a rich nigga he don't need to rob nobody,
He never liked to see me cry,
Afraid my tears might change his mind,
He's just my kind!
Mine was an ordinary man,
Not the type you'd notice
gotta respect the fact we gettin' rich
Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw 'em back and he got hit
Brrrt, brrrt
Went from public housing to a glass
Somewhere in the bosom of the land
Sowing his rich by the hands of the wise
And peace should come to every man
Just when he thinks he can lay down and roll
want you oil wells dear
Well I never had no money
Not a penny to my name
And I said I'd find a rich man
And I'd love my way to fame
So he
rich
Go get me a kid with a good-looking face
Bring me a kid, can remember his place
Some hungry poet, son of a bitch
He gets to be famous, I get
by a string,
Every little thing
Is understood
Between Martin and me.
He's hollow in the middle
From the shape that he's in.
He's either filled
Of a small town
Southern man
Finally death
Came callin'
For this small town
Southern man
He said it's alright
'Cause I see angels
And they got me
By
to want me, but you didn't want to
But piece by piece, he collected me up
Off the ground, where you abandoned things, yeah
Piece by piece, he filled
you ok? So, Annie are you ok?
Are you ok, Annie?
Annie are you ok?
Will you tell us that you're ok?
There's a sound at the window
Then he struck
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