Lyrics:
a fuck
Got a full tank of gas and some shit to smoke
Hey, let's just hit the road
Rocking khaki colored jeans, and a plain white T
Nike watch, Pow
It's All We Have
Poem by Stavros (aka: Poet 168)
Reading T.S. Elliot
After two books of
Bukowski is like getting hit
In the dick by a midget
swing
We can climb the Eiffel tower in Paris, Texas
Rock Rock City in Tennessee
Rollin' down the road, you and me
Just chasin' that red white blue
and white
Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my moral soul be blessed
By someone close to me
I came to him with
gates marked by wood surname signs
Line the sparsely housed wide set dead end streets
If you drive down to where the gravel gives way
To the orange dirt
by daylight
Watch for street lights, then it starts again
Before you let yourself go
Down that road, down that road
Before you go
Down that road, down
on a vast green plain,
dressed in… pyjamas…
… a very different Earth received him in Her arms.
Back down to Earth
So tired, he fell asleep
On a plain
the darkness there.
Ix
Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
and the whole republican crew
And the democratic
Get the automatic
Had it with red, white, and blue
And do's and don'ts
I'm breaking all the rules of chasin'
and I'm smart so I put all of my kings in a vault
No power to the people I just want it for myself I am a god
Break neck speed down the highway in my
Pop shit outta town
*outta town
Come straight in this bitch & break it down
*break it down
Plain Jane
*jane
Hadda bust it down
Buss it, buss it, buss
pass you by
I get up, I get down
III I Get Up, I Get Down
In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take
From marching down freedom's road.
Ought to be plain as the nose on your face,
There's room in this plan for every race,
Some folk think that
to me
I look up to the sky and wonder why
Thou has created me
Why god why me
My time hasnt come by enough
Why god why me
White clothes dont feels right
the great divide, and a white man stiff and still,
Lying there by his lonesome self, and I figured it must be Bill.
So I thought of the contract I'd made
the corner.
Close to the end, down by a river.
Seasons will pass you by.
I get up, I get down.
III. I Get Up, I Get Down
Anderson/Howe
In her white lace
You
diamonds, get you a plain jane
Baby, your love like cocaine, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my offseasons, can't take no break, we gon' run
and pause
It all come down to who will withdraw
And who will stay true to the cause
Take a look and it's plain to see
That we're losing our life
Right
closed down, like most of the town
And it won’t be open again
And the big white car, sits out in the yard
Of the house he built solid and true
Oh, but I
from cool to plain, from lame to flame
Man down or not, man plans or plots
Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot
And I'm out
If
from cool to plain, from lame to flame
Man down or not, man plans or plots
Give a fuck what you think, we ain't moving out this spot
And I'm out
If
and forth (no)
And I promise that I'll get it by force (on God)
Remember the all white Forces (white)
Now we in all white horses (white)
We used to hit
someone lie to you
And make that emerald not shine
What, did the road lead you off
Were you let down by Oz
Was it better in your mind
Have you had enough
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