Lyrics:
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for is to unlock the door
While those around him criticize and sleep
And through
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
All along this countryside,
He opened a many a door,
But he
Well, I'm spoken for I got a ball and chain
I even gave her my last name
She's my anchor, she takes the wind out of my sails
Can't move our
you the love
You've been yearning for
Did he give you what you need
Your gonna have to take him away
'Cause he don't wanna leave
Trying to be
That oh!
Stuck, that was so long
For this gun to start on
One more last time
And you!
(You haven't had)
You never want it,
(You haven't had a)
Riding on the range
With his six gun at his side
He's heading into town
With a sneer he can't hide
Doesn't wanna fight
But a fight he will find
FROM THE COAST
A MASTER PLAN GOING SOUTH ON YOU
Sunday MORNING SMOKING GUN
SUGAR BABY ON THE RUN
SUCKING ON THE STATUS QUO
SHADY LADY DOESN'T KNOW
all right, oh yeah
But I'm a lover
Like a loaded gun
Chasing shadows on the run
Out in the night
I'm gonna lose control
If I been losing you
indulgence
You felt no remorse
Pray for our protectors
May God keep them strong
Their purpose is noble
Protect us from wrong
Remember that honor
started
Plus I'm full of Bicardi I think I'm getting nauseous
Now I'm feelin' retarded
Looking for a broad to go get another broad
And then I'm a get it
for war ready to fire
Stand by to charge
Counting down as they march into destruction
Their time has come
They'll never know we give no warning
lay awake 'til daylight
A pillow and a gun
And if my secret dreams could be seen on screen
Then they'll be coming for this one
I'm so down Lord
of whiskey.
And I'm gonna gun an island.
Make my mark and you are my brand.
That's nice
Ruin her snout
That's fresh
Before I pull out
That's tight
Staring at the sun, dreaming I'm someone else
My Mind's a smoking gun, a silent scream for some help
And it goes on and on the crying never ends
you
What have you done
Are you wearing a wire"
In a van on the corner there's a posse
All with headphones on by and audio board
And a gun in a cheap
for a living', the waitress said,
But all the time inside, Johnny's heart was breaking open wide.
Playing in that half empty Twilight Room
underneath the clean
she loads the empty gun she fucks him just for fun she sucks her thumb to sleep thre's nothing left to keep
she spits whats in her
Come drink beer Come drink quick and bow your heads for the sick
This Little God will make you home
This Little God will break your fall
This
Get hold of it
You can do anything
Just roll with it
You can be anything
Yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Uh huh
Two people fighting in the street
Pulled a gun, now
fight
That will decide who is wrong or right
Gotta be friends and behave if they both are ever gonna be crowned
Boy's got a toy gun in case of war
Like a gun shot from miles away she's moving in
Like a rain storm without the clouds, she falls on him
Like a phone call to warn the troop that
night to rape me
Pink swag, glitter gun, high heels - here I come!
Makeup on, in the club, fucked your mom just for fun
I'm so wet, make you wild,
Well where'd you learn to shoot your gun so straight?
Oh baby won't you cry?
Show me there are some tears behind your eyes
Oh baby won't you cry?
another after
The Mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for
Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
1-8-7 on these mothafuckin
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