Lyrics:
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
Go meet Amy at the Dixie Dog
Get a #3 and a coke float
Mack the drag, then later on
We'll head down to the cove
Back up the pickup, right up
every day
Get to bed by three
Oh, take good care of yourself
You belong to me
Be careful crossing streets, ooh, ooh
Cut out sweets, ooh, ooh
Lay
Daughter.
You know, Jesus got that honestly from His father. Three times when Jesus was under immense pressure in his ministry, God the father actually
the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place
By the time we'd run another race around the sun
We were buried under blankets in the dark
All night long I laid and listened to your song
It didn't
to the grave from the weak down to the brave
Smart to the stupid gettin stuck by Cupid
Nowadays, clock G's, ain't got time for deez
Fake dumber than Louise,
Ripped open by metal explosion
Caught in barbed wire
Fireball
Bullet shock
Bayonet
Electricity
Shrapnel
Throbbing meat
Electronic
Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music)
Many lives I could have lived, many trails taken
It always seems that way at twenty-three
You walk into a room sometime
inquisition,
Is a plague upon our land,
As false as the confessions they force
From shattered hands.
Abused my broken body is cleansed
By righteous flame,
We went out dancing it was time we had fun
We didn't leave â??til three I know we're not the only one's
When we got outside the snow had started
mama's heart, I'll never forget
It was three years before she met somebody new
And though I didn't have much to compare him to
[Chorus]
He was
Busted out to the halfway house
At the top of Undercliffe Road
You and me and your motorbike
In the ice and drifting snow
3 a.m. and empty, the city
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Go like this...
All right, knock it off
Cindy, Oh Cindy
Bye Mom
One-two, a one-two-three
I joined the Navy to see the world
But nowhere could
answer 'cause
There's no-one home
Count your possessions out one by one
Include your lovers, include the one
You threw away in nineteen sixty three
Yesterday is gone
See the pretty countryside
Merrily we roll along, roll along
Following dreams
Traveling's the fun
Flashing by
all excited about revival week
And being moved by the spirit, so to speak
With all the souls we've saved and money we spent
We though God told us
Frank
I really thought I stank
I'm Mary
Charley
By the way
I'm told we open Saturday
What?!
You're not serious!
Nobody's ready!
a holy war
Jimmy's on cable, Jerry's in Rome
Billy's in Moscow, so nobody's home
They're flyin' to Boston, they'll be here by three
They must be
Shit, I ain't gon' say this the last level, but we gettin' there
This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
It ain't much
I was happy all by myself
I had my freedom didn't need any help
There was no one to break my heart
No one to hurt me och tare me apart
Still I
Distracted by systemic racism, you can't convince me that concept is real
That's propaganda from the left-wing news, while everyone stands with black people
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