Lyrics:
like the last days of Rome
With the despots and divine
And there's no place like home for a little doll from China
It's a little too late to complain
there's no end
Just a living on
Wide awake with a smile
Going on and on
Going home, going home
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
at the door
In my old Kentucky home
Good night
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more, today
We will sing one song
For my old Kentucky home
My old
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
thank you for another day
For livin' life on the edge and I'm tryin' to break it
Tired of duckin' the Feds, but it's a struggle to make it
So this
With no silver spoon
I'm drinking champagne
Like a good tycoon
Sooner than wait for
A break in the weather
I'll gather my far-flung
Thoughts
Kentucky home, far away
Weep no more, my lady
Oh, weep no more today
We'll sing one song
For my old Kentucky home
For my old Kentucky home, far away
much respect
And ain't no funk 'tween the east and the west
It's just a Player Holiday
Chorus[1]:
Today's the day the Players play
So you better be
The distance to the end
Is closer now than it's ever been
Road we traveled far
All the lights and sights we saw
No room left on the pages
We
ends all
No rains could weep as I have wept
To know a simple dream will not be kept
I am a child
So far from home
One by one the sky falls
I
on through
Walk 'til you run
And don't look back
For here I am
Carnival
The wheels fly and the colors spin
Through alcohol
Red wine that punctures
Wish that I was on ol' Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
Ain't no smoggy smoke up on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bills
Once I had a girl
a long winter,
Away is the summer.
She waits for her traveller
So far from home.
She sits by the fireside,
The room is so warm.
There's ice
the club shuts down
I'm a zombie, how to kill this
Midnight mansion, don't mention
Holiday inn or champion's flashing
Free wired with the far east
piles of spaghetti, bad vibes like confetti in Italy
We go by train and not by plane
We'd come home by car if it wasn't too far
To drive home by car
and I reach over the sun for the river.
And you and I climb, clearer, towards the movement.
And you and I called over valleys of endless seas.
Siberian
Holiday vibes only
Holiday vibes only
Holiday vibes
Holiday vibes
This year for Christmas, my mama gave to me
c home-cooked meal, some chicken
What matters if I were the first to go there?
Morning comes up from the east
We watch it come
And far away now rolls the angry rain god's drum
You,
He: I'm discontented with homes that are rented so I have invented my own,
She: Darling this place is a lover's oasis where lights where we chase is
home town
'Cause Lord knows I'm some kind of sinner
But I've done come this far
And it's too late for changin'
When this race has been run
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
there's no end
Just a living on
Wide awake with a smile
Going on and on
Going home, going home
I'm just going home
It's not far, just close by
the images dance by
Of folks and friends who lie
Back home where things are slow
And easy going
One more time for the good times
That far out weigh
to wall
Plaster tells me nothing
But I sense a movement somewhere else
And 'though it's far away
Bundled up in safety here I shiver still
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