Lyrics:
Came out of the gig
Scooped some snow off a car
Rubbed it into my face
Isn't it great to be alive?
Isn't it great to be alive?
Eleven o'clock,
[Cormega and Tragedy - intro]
Yo, son it's real, you know what I'm saying?
A man is often condemned or exalted by his words, you know?
That's why we
the weather.
So rain, hail, sleet, or snow we're going out together.
And it will be forever, and it will be for all,
Suck it up and take your breath, when
message to the
Shit hole you call home
You invisible cocksucker stand by the phone
Grab a beer, pop the top
You can drink a little bit
If you feel shitty
I think I need a doctor
'Cause I've been walking by the side of the road
For a long time, and I'm going out of my mind
Living in a cruel world
I think I need a doctor
'Cause I've been walking by the side of the road
For a long time, and I'm going out of my mind
Living in a cruel world
Come down, love
Berlin in the cold
All that fighting, all that snow
Sober nights
And Byron on my mind
Tell me I'm not going home
And I'll
Come down love
Berlin in the cold
All that fighting, all that snow
Sober nights
And Byron on my mind
Tell me I'm not going home
And I'll stop
Come down love
Berlin in the cold
All that fighting, all that snow
Sober nights
And byron on my mind
Tell me I'm not going home
And I'll stop
The warmth of liquor buzzing in our throats
Going to a show just to get lost in the dark
I still see snow on the ground from that night in the park
The band
of a homeless man
Freezin', his bed is the cold cement
On the corner, beggin' with an open hand
The weatherman said it's probably gonna snow again
But more
your own trumpet
Cause nobody does it better with your own concept
I feel cool and I’m watching the snow blow see
Life’s going fast and I’m making my
going down where trouble drowns
By the harbour and the sound
Where the bright light of music's found
Back to what first brought me round
'Cause we're too
the flowering armies that summer's led.
You dig for your last smoke as the highway leads you home, and this day's going down in a flame.
And evening is
on the strangers standing in the melting snow
I said "mi casa es su casa, that's Spanish for make yourself at home"
He said "I speak a little Spanish, though my
indictment to my fucking home
Ha ha, fifty K on the time, I don't waste mine
Slide by, pull up on her and hit like a drive-by (bow-bow)
Go time, never
Old freight train, keeps rolling by
Every thirty seconds behind the bar we're playing tonight
It's rattling the walls
The air raid siren keeps going
not going to say.
Well, I suppose you fine mummers would turn down a drop
Of home brew or alky, whatever you got.
That one with his rubber boots
'em shot after shot just tequila you hoes
Pull out 'if she ain't coming home
No cap when she giving me dome
Throw cash when I'm leaving alone
Deleting
Worse you could do is get a blanket on your head, right?
Splashing through the snow and the slush outside the Roxy,
Taxi cabs coming and going, roads are
back on the years I spent lonely
With no one to hold me when the clock hit 12
I'd be dressed in my best but then only
Wind up alone, going home by myself
it's
The David magic wrist getting money
You bitches can't see me like my mother home
She's bitching her dog is
Back with another bone
Hollar for
built
Those autumn leaves would cover my hood in a crimson quilt
The world was mine and the memory of my home
Still triggered by the smell of fresh
How could I be nothing standing in the window in front of the pale blue curtains three floors up - I'm watching the ground absorb the snow, which had
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