Lyrics:
that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
on my body
The new Gucci has less monograms, God's got him
Let he without sin cast the first stone
So I built that all glass quad level first home
want my toes sucked
Hook
Verse 3:
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6
My 12 12, well, they carried my bricks
And them 12 12s, fiends they're
I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got
you look around I think you'll see
Things even angels
Things even angels long to look into
This love God rains down over you
Things even angels
Panic
Despite the heart of stone
Doomsday
For all the beautiful people
Hey I know what I want now
And it's right in front of me
And I know how
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Outside the Nashville city limits
A friend and I did drive,
On a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went
Lookin' back I'd say we broke a few rules
Left one or two hearts in a ruin
Spent all that precious time doin'
Things we figured that Presley might
It's a piece of empty pie
It's a vision of illusion
It will surely pass you by
And I don't know what to tell ya
I haven't got a clue
I don't know
the same things
Sing songs karaoke copy bullshit
Break bones verbally with sticks and stones tactics
Fourth dimension, compact convention
Write rhymes
traveled far to be their wooer.
He courted one with gloves and rings,
But he loved the other above all things.
Oh sister will you go with me
To watch
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
I'm rented by the hour
And if you can't afford to pay
You gotta keep me bothered, you gotta keep me awake
You don't have to look me in the eye
You
at a stool by the bar.
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land.
The man at the end, he's a very good
February 12th, 1973
The prayers of thousands were answered
The war was over, and the first of the prisoners returned
Needless to say, it was
I don't deserve this
Or anything
I can control this
Sticks and stones can break my bones
But what you say can never hurt me
By and by
Through
tune that the orchestra played
But it went by me sickly and sentimental
Can I have another piece of chocolate cake
Tammy Baker's got a lot on her
side
Do without her love
As I lay back in the speeding train, I keep it by my side
I could mail a letter to you but I still have my pride
take me tonight
If he's extra large well I'm in charge
I can work this thing on top
If he's XXL well what the hell
Every penny don't fit the slot
at medusa
Afraid of a seducer
Face is stone
Fighting a mask
Stay alive
I'm on the phone
I'm seeing black
Tired as hell
I'm impaled
By complaints
I
start being alive, you'd stop living alone
And I think I believe that, if stones could dream
They'd dream of being laid side-by-side, piece-by
1,2, 1,2,3 uh
Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do
Doo da doo, m doo da do ba do do do
Looking forward to seein' you
But it's been such a long,
window Let's go, stones at your window
We can swing by Tesco on the way oh Keep us entertained you know I bought some Lego
People texting asking are we
There was no one in my life who needed me
Aw and I found that material things I thought had so much value
Aw girl didn't really have any value at all
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