Lyrics:
the tune I abide by
I'm aligned with goons, it's wireless like wi-fi
Why try? I'm on the cusp of greatness
You bum-ba-cluts fly, I'm on a fuckin'
With a hundred and eighty miles
You can press my button and see
Faster than a mach 5 I can make you bleed
I'm self-undercover you wont even know
a day goes by
I don't need your smile
I don't feel your heart
In every mile
Empty streets
And whistlin' pines
But not a day goes by
You don't crowd
choe lu gudi dhey wong sey lap chi
When I wake up by your side then I'll call it paradise
Sa tharingsa choe yama song mey da
Nge bum thinang lang machu
Well I was born in a tumbled down shack one quarter of a mile from a railroad track
Mama was a drifter and daddy was a bum and they didn't want
Uh
Uh, Yeah
Honey, I can tell by the wanderin look in your eye
You're just a little boy with about a thousand lies
And the girl you say is always
By Oisin on the grass
There sighed amid his choir of love
Tall pythagoras
Plotinus came and looked about
The salt-flakes on his breast
And having
The first guy you loved was a loser
The second guy was even worse
If there was a bum within fifty miles
You were drawn to him like a curse
You
Don't know when it started
Don't know how
Should have found out
Should have happened by now
Got these lines on my face
After all this time
And I
line staring at me
Oklahoma city's just a m-m-m-m-memory
Forth Worth, Dallas, I roll on by
Waco Texas less than 50 miles
Clear the roads, I'm
twenty square miles!
They took it into the nuclear mine
Judging by this, they left nothing behind
Down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth
Now
Every trash can I walk by
I try to throw my rubbish in it
But there's a man standing in it
And he's digging for bottles
Every track that I walk down
I was sittin' at the station
Waiting for a sign
It was closed for renovation
You smiled as you walked by
You were a long time in coming
I've
life
Frame by frame
Profiles of courage
Name by name
Put a picture of your sadness
Next to one from better days
It's a holy madness
There's holy
and took a ride
An empty plastic bag
A starry night
Floats into the black
Look at how she dip and dive
No one could ever know, yeah
How many miles
between us?
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
I've been California wishing on these stars
For your heart for me
My
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed
You just
hula-hoop
Come and jump on like this
See the junk in the trunk
I had to bag her right quick
Feel like magic all together
Multiplied by six
Oh my gawd
I've
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
life a lot harder in the future
But just hear me out here
If you knew my trauma story
Then you'd know that I had less
I had Johnny by my side
And he
Down in Louisiana bayous by and by
A peirot pole or your natural soul
Keeps you tied to a tree high tide
Beer joint lights come on
And then crowd
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
country
It doesn't even have a patron saint
It's just an economic union
That's past its sell-by date
Take down the Union Jack
It clashes with
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