Lyrics:
routine
The other woman
Will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman
Will never have his heart to keep
As the years go by
The other woman
Will
who have nothing
I, I who have no one
Must watch you go dancing by
Wrapped in the arms of somebody else when, darling, it's I
Who love you
Together we fight
Rotting in hell
The devil's urge
Mark of the chainsaw
You have the curse
Slashing your body
It's the evil might
Mark of the chainsaw
off?
And if young love is just a game then
I must have missed the kick off
Don't depend on me to ever follow through on
Anything but I'd go through
who have nothing
I, I who have no one
Must watch you go dancing by
Wrapped in the arms of somebody else when, darling, it's I
Who love you
have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
A kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild,
called me on the phone, asking when you'd come back home
You simply told me I could go to Hell
Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox
And the Devil kept
And waking and dying
And no, not a day goes by
Not a blessed day
But you're still somehow part of my life
And you won't go away
So there's hell to pay
her cremate (uh)
Move downtown cop a sweet space (uh)
Livin' life like we on a sweep stakes (what?)
We headed to hell for Heaven's sakes (huh?)
Well
in a blanket, stranglin'
Him, hangin' him over the railing by the ankles on some gangster shit
Child endangerment, dark brain arcane, but it Mark
Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar, you're gonna go far
You're gonna fly, you're never gonna die
You're gonna make it if you try, they're gonna
time
MAC in my right arm
Tequila bottle in my left arm, like Christión
Watching my life go
Can't do myself in
Wolves in the night yo, Hell's men
is the bluebird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build
!!!)
Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails
Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell
Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man
[Tray Deee]
(Everywhere I go
Many many years ago when this land was young
A lot of our country was covered by big tall beautiful trees
And men had to have the trees to make
who have nothing
I, I who have no one
Must watch you go dancing by
Wrapped in the arms of somebody else when, darling, it's I
Who loves you
I
Have mercy, I'm in a world of trouble now
I'm being held by the State Patrol
I am charged with traffic of the forbidden
And I almost finished doing
when my savior's face I see
So I Don't Want to Get Adjusted to This World below
But I know He'll Pilot Me 'til it comes time to go
Oh, nothing on this
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink
We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones that never do let go
And risk it the tables being turned
We call them fools
of keys
And chasin' girls is gonna be all he'll wanna do
He'll have a lot less time for his old man
So I'm gonna soak it up while I still can
When
on
And hell breaks loose
Try to restrain us, you can't contain us
We're still gonna make a stink no matter what we do
Everywhere we go, it seems we're
have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin'
A kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dressed in style they go hog wild,
it off in no time
Oh my, did it on my own, no cosign
45, devil in disguise, free dope trial
West side, ride 'em off 3rd avenue
Go at us, have your
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