Lyrics:
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
all kinds-a people
He's eatin' bagels
He's eatin' pizza
He's eatin' chitlins
Oh, set me down on a television floor
I'll flip the channel
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
don't make me get involved
How do you slow this thing down?
How do you make this thing slow down?
We tried to slow
It down by shrieking
‘No, no, no'
We
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
Nobody make a move
This kid's got you covered
He was just seventeen
Trying to get on like his dead brother
Mama couldn't do a thing for him
that the feelin was right
But if you get lost scream out and admit
That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit
I'm not the kind to give you
down
It's the man I am when there's no one around
It's four in the morning, I'm lying in bed
With a tape of my failures playing inside my head
where they're sold
Midnight, you've got to get there at midnight
And you'll be met there by others like you
Brothers as blue
Smiling on the street
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
one comes in
It's lookin' just like home again
I'm free and it's so easy to get
The things I've always wanted
Cause I don't really want 'em anymore
kinds of people you might want to know
Once you get it, you can't forget it
W.S. Walcott medicine show
You know he always holds it in a tent
And if
turned
Doing some little deed for you
And baby, will I get burned
Take it easy take it light
But take it
So little brother when you come
To knock on my
It's OPP, time other people's what you get it
There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it
How many brothers out there know just what
Every detail is still in place
You hold to what you love
Some things never fade
And that night's still clear as day
We went to get some fresh air
Follow that dollar for a long way down
Far away from the poorhouse door
You either get to hell or to Hadestown
Ain't no difference anymore
Way
by a cozy lit fire
We could sip a little wine
(Oh yeah)
Work things out
Come on and go with me
(Well, I can't stay long)
We can work things out
shit.
Then the go through this thing arguing, fussing then time goes by. And then Cathy finds out about Rufus lover Chuck the gay guy.
Oh shit.
And then
Never make it hard to go chill
Let me do my thing, let a brother breathe
But she make it so convenient when she around
I don't ever want to leave
and a place where them things belong
The stage and a soapbox, this is only a song
To dwell on the matter much longer would be wrong
And people get by, she'll
be the best thing
By the power vested in me, I keep flexing
Now it's G-I-F to the T, come now, test me
Gets things, done when I think and my
kinds of people you might want to know
Once you get it, you can't forget it
W.S. Walcott medicine show
You know he always holds it in a tent
And if
the neighborhood drug dealer, my man
I go upstairs and hug my mother
Kiss my sister and punch my brother
I sit down on my bed to watch some TV
Do my ears deceive
You are just the kind of girl I always wanted
When I was a little boy thinkin' 'bout bein' grown
Now that I'm a man, you come along
And I cannot
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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