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Count up the deadz
Pillage in the village then ya
Run off with the meds gone so fast (gone)
Nobody even know what ya said (god damn)
All my shooters turn

It was one of those evenings
When the seasons brought us greetings
And we got caught in the open
The room as I stare
Challenged by the glare

Come Back to Me

Matt Monro

Hollywood & Broadway

1994

and the glass, come back to me
Leave your bills all unpaid
Let your bed go unmade
Your souffle unsouffled, come back to me
Come by sail, come by freight
In

a rest now
Laying in my bed now
You are in my head now
We can go down this hill, sled down
Like it's wintertime, cold outside
Dead in my head, it's

There was a lady in the North
You scarce would see her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a ploo-boy lad frae Yarrow

Oh nine sat drinkin

Then I called up Yauna She fucking shit
Yea I’m in the hills now I’m out this bitch
Really in the field now We poppin shit
Yea I’m moving midtown That

Cocaine Blues

Hank Thompson

Dance Ranch/Songs for Rounders

1999

Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin'

I was up and down that interstate
Tryna fatten this dinner plate
Bed bugs in my apartment
They callin talkin' bout the rent is late
Scorin' flippin'

bout it
They think that I’m deaf I ain’t hear what he said
AR-15 and it lay in my bed
Beans to the face who prescribing these meds?
I can’t let these

I'm from the Hi Lo country of New Mexico
Rode horses by the time I was three
Learned to stop 'em with just a whoa
In younger days rode the rodeo

Haughs of Cromdale

Fiddler's Green

On and On

1997

Narrator: 
As I came in by Achindoon just a wee bit from the town, 
To the Highlands I was bound to view the haughs of Cromdale 
I met a man in

ran for the hills
Tryna catch up to this
But the third started and they dragged
You back in their shit
I’m the mind behind the top earning
Horror

mobbin'
Standin' on the west side with Chairman Fred Hampton
'Bout to catch a red-eye back to my bed in a mansion, yeah
When did hip-hop turn into hip

look up
All I can see is some tall motherfuckers looking down
I'm a frown, I'm a stain, I destain every lame
In my face, in my way
Fuck it tho
I'll be

You're the only one I want
You're the only one I think of in my time
You're the only one I see in my head and in my bed and in my life
I need you in

Man
I used ride around my whole town man
Long board down the hills for the thrills man
Find myself down bad with the chills man
Cones by the creek

your wrong but I'm still lost in a trance 

Give me a hicky, up my hill im seeing past your stance
Feel the kick, get your fill, till I cast rants

While rubbing elbows in the
Hills of high society
I look back on my life and
Realized the hood lied to me
Built the bullshit sense of
Pride inside

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

1991

steppin to me with garbage
I'm Goldilocks and I'm, taxin your porridge (yeah!)
Ooooooh, cold but yummy
I slept in your bed, and your girl sucks funny
I'm

Vapour Trails

The Tragically Hip

Phantom Power

1998

bed
And I can stare into my own shoes
And in the pools of light years
Go wherever I choose

And throw away the rudder
And float away on vapour

Broken Things

Ryan Adams

Prisoner: B-Sides

2017

the light is warm
Upon the bed the curtain is drawn and torn
The shadows forming, falling just behind
If only you believed all of my lies

Hanging in my

this licor by myself
Got me stressed up
Feeling hella lonely plus girl
Huh
Guess what
Thinking bout you while in bed
Bitch i stayed up
Had dreams in them

Birnam Wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him

A vision of sovereignty
Three witches gave to me
A dream to hold the throne in my hands

in the bed
By ten o'clock, I said

Horseshoes, know the rules
Know your pitches
Know your pitches
Female dogs, we call bitches

Do what I said, you