Lyrics:
She was a definite beauty queen, with a face out of a magazine,
Whenever she walked by, all the young girls would cry.
cnd they'd say, ooh Honey,
the crest.
And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.
Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.
Emptiness followed by her wake.
I could
wasn't around
And only the moon remembers her at all
The days go by, you start asking questions
And wondering why, why did the dreams all go?
I guess
and again
J-J-Johnny
Ooh, ooh, all he left was an apple tree
And ooh, where'd he go, and ooh, why'd he leave,
And ooh, why do I grieve?
Now I don?t
born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with the truth so far off, what good
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born
Why am I living
What do I get
What
the hallway
She sacrifices all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone peeping out the window heated
But still I didn't see it, mama hid
Why don't you believe?
(Born to love you)
Me when I tell you, baby
(Born to love you)
I was born to love only you
(Born to love you)
(Born to love
it through
Johnny 7 I need you right by my side
Was all so easy way back then
I pull the trigger just fire and end
No need to run Johnny 7 no need
Verbal Irony
The Angel came on the day he was born
And took her life and all the family cried
In between happiness and sadness
Time went by
've been a career asshole
I don't see why these people always got my back
I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake
But I was put here not
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born
Why am I living
What do I get
What
When I was born I had no head
My eye was single and my body was filled with light
And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by
born in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession
Let's get it
They must be on the dick of who?
They
'm almost swellin' in the wind
Give anything, to be that innocent again, when I was ten
I didn't bang but I was hangin' with the homies
Tell them niggas
minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my
the last chance that I'll get
Every day is passing by
Hear the devils turn and cry
Born
I was born
I was born in the belly of the blues
I was born
I was born
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born
Why am I living
What do I get
What
to the place where I was born and the girl that I long to see
And that's why I'm going back...
I'm going back...
down on a day like this?
The evening comes and we?re hanging out,
On the front step, and a car rolls by with the windows rolled down,
And that
say:
Early on one frosty morn, they raised my timbers and I was born;
Lord, I remember the day;
The mighty oak became my soul, the Delta dawn kept me
my own hand
It was my fate from birth
To make my mark upon the earth
He calls me Charlie Mason
A stargazer am I
It seems that I was born
picture the prettiest stories
Only to wake up
All by myself
What is the good of me by myself?
Why was I born
Why am I living
What do I get
What
Born on a train nowhere
I was born in a car out there
You were bound to live this life
You were bound to be alive
When I was a young man
I looked up
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