Lyrics:
want to show you the new dance.
but you'd be shocked by what was allowed.
feel effects of progress.
been the face in the crowd.
killed for
then we started laughing
Then it led red wine, man I love her drunk smile
We grinning there in silence but we speaking with our drunk eyes
Shit I like
to run inside and curse the open door
I once gave to my Rebbecca a belated promise ring
And she sold it to the waitress on a train
I may find her by
of Red
These ledgers strike the dead
With Lines of Red
Within the walls of these tombs
With no interuption by intervention
From above
The red lights are flashing as the boxcars roll by,
But I keep the engine running, have her ready to gun and fly.
Message on the Police band says
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
back
Help me to Cairo, make Saint Louis by maself
Git to Cairo, find ma old friend Jeff
Gwine to pin maself close to his side
If ah flag his train, I
or silverback orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather
Hear my voice where you are
Take a train, steal a car
Hop a freight, grab a star, come back to me
Catch a plane, catch a breeze
On your hands,
Yeah, yeah hold up
Kd2 shit
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk
Now I met an old friend in
The bar the other night
And he got a little drunk
And he wanted to fight
And he jumped up and challenged
Every man in
Something to remember me by
The party goes on
You're drunk on the lawn
Go home alone
Red light dining
After the dawn
You know you're the one
Who goes home
Slick, he's been hanging downtown
Orders a drink and takes a good look around
forty minute train ride
To the Lower East Side
Bug-eyed and feelin'
The Morning waits
The morning waits
With red eyes
Like a coal-hauling train
There's no surprise
It's not running late
It always moves at the same
comforts me like the sound of the train track
The rose red's seeping through to the seed
cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes
2.63 miles away
From his present location
And deliver it to client D in Bristol by train,
By 4:30 that afternoon
And at the same time man D
Was
It's like I'm sitting at a bus stop waiting for a train
Exactly how I got here is hard to explain
My heart's in the right place, what's left
hopeless (uh)
Cause your persistence overpowers me
I know you rollin' out with me
I was stayin' at the Shore Club, leanin' in the red room
Seen this
Fuck it up
Cuz I fuck it up
Fuck it up
Fuck with me
Must be drunk
Tell a Bitch please hit me when I’m up
Fuck it up
Cuz I fuck it up
Fuck
One blink and you would miss it
There's an outline in the distance
c cowboy riding into the night
In boots of Red Wing leather
cnd a camo Carhartt
the ground
Cry for the toy trains lost in the snow
Cry for the dead deer surrounded by crows
You call me softly down in the dark
Down where the red worms
through the glass
Darkly
Hey Faustus
Hey Faustus
The murderer is you
Smoke portals into darkness
Engraved red glyphs on doors
Shared playthroughs in
you, corns on they feet
Fifteen, twenty deep, you walked in, cross streets
Walk 'em through red lights, Shaolin through Crown Heights
Even had 'em
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