Lyrics:
I got friends in low places
Chases my love away, yea, yea and I'll be ok
And I'm not big on those places and
I think I'll slip on down
To the oasis
sons
Who'd lost their childhood home
Eight bells rang out in Dovеr
Eight bells rang out in Wales
Eight bells rang out in Liverpool
And Down to Murphy's
Molly lost her sight when she was fourteen
Blinded by disease, she was afraid of the dark
She was tortured through the years with nonstop bullying
kids
But soon you'll open your eyes
The way that did for all those dummy
Believing what they see in friends
Probably won't believe until they
See
A living tombstone! (Hey)
I got that thumbs up from Junji Ito (Hey)
Anthony Fantano thinks you got that weak flow
(Hey)
Started off by reading horror every
He's gonna pull it's panties down
And eat those crabs for lunch
son, hold up,
You need to slow your roll.
We've been talking for a while
Now she ain't no hoe.
She got class, style, pizzazz, and jazz,
Each smile
cesspool
Of extreme wealth and excess
Whoa oh
The phrase world leaders
Does not describe the heads of state
Those few in power
Work only for
sea, when they fell by the tree
It's the age of deceit, evil days on repeat
I repent, til I'm a free mercy me, til I meet him in the air
Let it breathe,
season
Waiting for my invitations to those secret meetings
I'm not from this planet, but I come with peaceful greetings
You gotta have an opinion
Well,
to the dark tower
And my whole body's in flames
I'm looking for
Those healing things to be prepared
The march of time it has begun
I'm caught in a prisoner's
to the dark tower
And my whole body's in flames
I'm looking for
Those healing things to be prepared
The march of time it has begun
I'm caught in a prisoner's
Yeah,
Yeah,
Whats he gonna say?
You wanna be like me son get a change of plan,
I don't hardly see my dawgs, get a hand, pick ma fam
Confused,
son left for the fields today
He's a fourth generation
Works good with his hands
Got his mother's cheeks and a big brass heart
And boy he loves
though. There was somewhat of a distant insight left vacant by voids exceeding the expectations of prior lifestyles. As eyes veiw other eyes, those I's may
and go
I got it fair and honest, I sweat to own my land
Those big corporate farmers, their all driven by their greed
They try to squeeze us local farmers,
wonderful it is to preach the Good News
To proclaim the unsearchable riches of the Way, the Life, the Truth!
For there is no other name by which Salvation
understand me but
Still you had one hand free
I used to do this to feed
My son and my family
Now you need those other 5 fingers
They might come in handy
fight
Ancient warriors, rise from eternal sleep
Fight for those who were buried by the cross
Let the serpent, guide us in the battle ground
Destroy their
the children make war, with bitter scorn, for those whom they should seek
cnd charity hides in meritorious guise
But our persecutions free
Lord, I am weak
the condition?
I'm a man that's on a mission
Said, son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass is an electrician
Like a scientist
When I'm applying this
Method
Have another cigarette, we got some time to kill
Have another drink on me, we’ll just get stewed to the gills
You’ve been holdin’ out on me now for
here you rockabilly trash
Driving down the road on a Friday night
Me and my girl just feeling alright
Big flashing cherry passes us by
Sheriff giving me
Up on the hill they sit upon their thrones
After dark they call for those without a home
Built by slaves on hallowed ground
Their graves are lost
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