Lyrics:
all in the end
Whoa, whoa
You think we should be free
But we won't get there by trying to be
Let the chips fall where they may
You can leave you don't
the sheets with my radio
Turn down low
So nobody know
It's the late night show
Hopin' to hear Hey Joe
Jimmy was my hero
Head blown by Type are or was it
She my fasho chick
Still trying to get some more chicks
Might end up with no chick
If my bitch find out but
What she don't know won't hurt her
What
knows there's a lot to lose
Well it ain't fair and it's a lot to bare but you won't here him complain
Making ends meet
When hard times come and test
That won't ever end
Two doors down there's a barstool
That knows me by name
And we sit there together
And wait for you
Two doors down there's
(Long enough to hold on)
Young enough to chase our dreams
We were captured by romantic things
Touched by love until it made us cry
How our hearts
Not a day goes by
Not a single day
But you're somewhere a part of my life
And it looks like you'll stay
As the days go by
I keep thinking when
You're livin' out dreams of you on top
My mind is achin', oh lord it won't stop
That's how it's happened, livin' life by the drop
Up and down that
fear
Even if you're miles away
I'm by your side
So don't you ever be lonely
It's alright
It's alright, it's alright
Yes, you know it's alright
was Joe 3H from Capitol Records
He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo, you got a deal with Capitol? Okay, man, just make sure it's not
a little while
And you and I
We’ll watch the world go by
And we won’t care if it never ends
My old friend
The world seems colder
So much has changed
we don't know why
And time seems to go by so fast
In the twinkling of an eye
Let's enjoy it while we can
Won't you help me sing my song
From
terror
No wonder I'm under stress, I got my door kicked off by a bunch of feds
And when they left It looked like I had rave
And invited more than
Mister, you may, have traveled near or far,
But you haven't seen the country,
till you've seen the country by car!
Mister, may I, recommend
There are twenty-three hours that I can get by
But the twenty-fourth hour is the one when I cry
I pray that it won't come, but it comes anyhow
Lady, won't you pay my tab
And now my head hurts, my feet stink
And I don't love Jesus (oh my Lordy it's that)
It's that kinda mornin'
Really was
a cobra, fly like a drone
When it's over you will be my stepping stone, yeah
Rival Joe's in even rows, falling now like dominoes
There's no denying, baby
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Candyland Joe with his ass in a sling
He won't be doing much playing around this weekend
Nevertheless he'll do his best
anymore, it's so surreal
I can't survive if this is all that's real
All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach get high
All I wanna
that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and Phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
And other folk
Soaked and soaked
By their joke
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Hey, hey, Joe, Joe
Whatcha know, whatcha know?
Push
by so very slow
Oh, I hope that it won't end though
Alone
'Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it
starts strayin' from the fold, my friend,
That's the beginning of the end!
That's the beginning of the end!
Words and Music by Alex Kramer
Take me by the hand, ooh show me
Here I am baby, ooh
It always ends up this way
Me begging you every day
A love that I cannot have
You broke
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