Beer And Bones - Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Title: Beer And Bones
Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Composer(s): Lonnie Williams, Sanger D Shafer

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Lyric:
I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say, hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones

I got to work this morning
Early this afternoon
Yeah, my boss man nudged me
Said, son I need to talk to you

You used to make me money
But lately I been taking a loss
Well he smelled my breath
Gave me what was left
Of the day off

I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say, hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones

Well I wish I could go home
And rest my weary head
But I know I'll just stay here
And have another beer instead

That little waitress asked me
Honey, could you use some help
I said I thank you miss
I'll have to get through this
By my dang self

I ain't nothin' but beer and bones
Honey since I lost you
I ain't ate a bite since the night
That you said we're through
I walked to that jukebox to play
A few sad country songs
I heard someone say, hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones
I heard someone say, hey that old boy
Ain't nothin' but beer and bones

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Put It On - Lyrics - Big L

Title: Put It On
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Anthony Best

Lyric:
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon

Aiyyo, you betta flee Hobbes or get your head flown three blocks
L keep rapper's hearts pumpin' like Reebok's
And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts
Some brothers'd still be large if the crack never came out
I got the wild style, always been a foul child
My guns go poom poom and yo' guns go pow pow

I'm known to have a hottie open, I keep the shottie smokin'
Front and get half the bones in your body broken
And when it comes to gettin' nookie, I'm not a rookie
I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopee
I run with sturdy clicks, I'm never hittin' dirty chicks
Got thirty five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty six
Step to this you're good as gone, word is bond
I leave mics torn when I put it on

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on and on and on
C'mon put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on, represent, put it on, c'mon

Nobody can take nuttin' from Big L but a loss chief
The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie
Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody
Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover
A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother
I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skinz
And get endz and commit sins with sick friends

'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter
You think you nice as me? Ha ha, you'se a funny nigga
I flows, so one of my shoes wouldn't be clever to miss
I'm leavin' competitors pissed
To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this
I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn
And it's on, yo, it's a must that I put it on

Yes, put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on big fella, put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on, represent
Put it on, c'mon, put it on

Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke
Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke
See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke
You gwan dead from army you provoked

I drink Moet not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach
I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach
I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair, Big L is the villain you still fear
'Cause I be hangin' it hard and my shit is for real here

If you battle L, you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread, you can't kill me, I was born dead
And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs
I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs
My rap's steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon
It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond
Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn
'Cause we put it on, adios, ghost, I'm gone

So put it on Big L, put it on
C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on
Big L, you gotta put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on and on

Word up, knahmsayin'?
My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine four
And nine o' S, you know what I mean?
It's the Kid Capri in full flair
And we gon' put on a little somethin' like this
Big L, c'mon

Lord Finesse, he be puttin' it on
My man Buck wild, he be puttin' it on and on
My man Fat Joe, he be puttin' it on
Showbiz and A.G., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on
I can't forget Diamond D, he be puttin' it on
The whole D.I.T.C., yeah, they be puttin' it on and on
And of course Kid Capri, yeah, I be puttin' it on
The whole N.Y.C., yeah, we be puttin' it on and on
And I'm out

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Bound For Hell - Lyrics - Love And Rockets

Title: Bound For Hell
Artist: Love And Rockets
Composer(s): Kevin Haskins, Daniel Ash, David J Haskins

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Lyric:
Well, faith flies off the mountain everyday
No parachute and no crash to see
Yes, my faith flies off a mountain everyday
And there's no parachute, no goddamn crash to see

Fly the little monkey up a telegraph pole
Sending out a signal to somebody, somebody
Somebody, please somebody

I want to hear a song that makes me believe in something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe something
I want to hear a song that makes me believe
There's something to believe in
I want to hear a song that makes me believe

Had a dream
I was ridin' on a train that wasn't bound for glory
Ridin' on a train, the train was bound for hell
Ridin' on a train that wasn't bound for glory, that's for sure
Ridin' on a train bound for hell

The engine with human blood was damp
The headlight was her brimstone lamp
And then for fuel I shoveled in bones
And the furnace roared with a thousand groans

The tank was filled with lager beer
The devil himself was engineer
The passengers were a mixed up crew
Churchman in his battered suit

The rich in broadcloth, poor in rags
Handsome girls, wrinkled hags
Black men, yellow, red and white
Chained together, fearful sight

The dream was stormin' at full pace
The sulfer fumes burned hands and face
Wilder and wilder the country grew
Faster and faster the engine flew

Loud and terrible thunder crashed
Whiter brighter lighin' flash
Higher still the air became
So clothes will burn from each shrinking frame

There came a fearful ear splitting yell
Yell satan dance, the next stop's hell
T'was then the passengers shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train
Stop this train

He shrieked and roared and grinned with glee
And mocked and laughed at their misery
"My friends you've bought your seats on this road
I've got to get through with a complete load"

You've pulled in the weak, you've cheated the poor
You starving tramp, you turned from the door
You've lit up gold till your purses burst
You've given a cleargy a beastly lust

You've mocked at God in your hellful pride
You've killed and you've cheated, you've plundered and lied
You've come across men and you've swore and you've stole
Not a one but a splurge and in body and soul
Body and soul

So you've paid full fare and I'll carry you through
If there's one don't be loud, I'd like to know who
And here's a time when I ain't no liar
A land that will save you, a land of fire

And your flesh will scorch in the flames that roar
You'll sizzle and burn from [incomprehensible] to core
Then I awoke with a thrilling cry
My were clothes were wet, my hair stood high

And I prayed as I've never until that hour
To be saved from hell and the devil's power
At present my vows were not in vain
That I paid no fare on that hellbound train

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Pink Cookies - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Pink Cookies
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, David Porter, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
The act of makin love is

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

I'll take 30 electric chairs
And put'em in a classroom
30 MC's
And set'em free from thier doom
Just like a tomahawk cuts through the wind
When we begin
The wheel of furtune it spins
Holdin'
The rhythm like elastic
Moldin'
Your whole body like plastic
So why try to deny what ya already know ya love
Up above
Cause the mania
Hysteria
In the streets
While ya lovers gettin merrier
In the sheets
I met this lady named
Sweet young thing and
She gave me that feelin
That sunshine bring in
Hordable
Sportable
Totally affordable
Silky smooth
Voice was real audible
I said your cool as Ice Cuba
She said, "your that Public Enemy
I seen on the tuba."
Naw
I'm like your Uncle baby
The style of your beautiful face
Drives me crazy
Well can we do ya so Heavy ah D?
She said, "You tried to play me
Like Big Dad-dy."
I said, "I know your Tribe
I Called and re-Quested
For you to be manifested."
She said, "You know the Same Gang and my Flava Unit too?"
I said, "You only knew the certain things I wanna do, do you?"
Rub ya down with warm Ice-T
Make ya feel Bran Nubien
In-stant-ly
Boogie Down
And check this Production
Gimme them lips
They look good for suction
She said, "Sweet tease
Cool with a little almond joy
On the side
Just doin' the fly"
You like poundcake?
Comin' to my house
Turn on the lights
And see me on the couch
I said, "Do the jingle
And your from around the way
I like your earrings
L's
But anyway
Your grand-daddy is
Here to spread cheer
Somethin nice and smooth
With my tounge in your ear
Give me a snack
Some Salt And Pepper on a burger
Ice Cube T
Or if you prefer the
Taste of honey Kid
Ride in my Capri and
That's the joint
They got the real clear CD in
She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car
I don't know what type of man ya are
You might know karate
Do me and get away
I got a glimpse of your license plate
N-W-A."

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

She was Chubb-y and
Ready to Rock
Naughty By Nature and
Part of my private stock and
Ridin in the relax
Frame of mind and
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
Hammer timin
Incredible
So edible
And unforgettable
Soft like a Q-Tip
I'd love to get with you
Cause I'm the type of guy that got props do
Feel it in mo and more
When I get ready for a showcase
Put together well
I go deep
And have an oil well
Show and tell
I said, "Yo-Yo
You're so intelligent
And elegent."
I n-I never Run to be D
With another MC
I got what I want
Right in front of me
I know a kid named K
He's a MD
Last time I heard
Yo, was gettin real friendly
Belly to belly and
Chest to chest
Thigh by thigh
Leg by leg and
I guess
Ain't no way to get ya out
Your so caught up S-E-X-U-A-L - sort
Of a freaky situation
With a peppermint twist
Ricky or Mike is next on the list
Nastified and all-funkified
Come'on
Come'on
Come'on
Ride
Can you hear?
Never fear
Whatcha hear
What ya hear
Is it clear?
Understand
And love ya big dear
And I will appear
My dear
With a beer
And bags full of cheer
And waterbed
YEAH
Cause I rumble and groan
She said, "You got to be bad to
Make the moanie moan."
Ain't no reason to front
On the way your life shown
Booyaa
How I'm jumpin' your bones
Like a Grand
Master in a Flash
Put out your cigarette
And rest your tired ash
All I wanna do
Is make woopie
Your my pink cookie
Not a wookie
When you take it off
I'd love a lookie
Cause I'ma mix it up toss style
Peace out
You got the sexual profile

Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings

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There Only Was One Choice - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: There Only Was One Choice
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
There's a kid out on my corner hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz, his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden but his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's, but he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself giggling
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie, late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar, he left Kid brother with his bike

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones
He's the hobo kid who's left his home
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
This boy is staying acoustic

There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
America gone plastic

And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth
He's hitching himself way down south
To learn a little black and blues
From old street men who paid their dues
'Cause they knew they had nothing to lose
They knew it, so they just got to it

With cracked old Gibsons and red clay shoes
Playing 1 4 5 chords like good news
And cursed with skin that calls for blood
They put their face and feet in mud
But oh, they learned the music from way down there
The real ones learn it somewhere

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings, not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty

Hey kid, you know you can hear your footsteps
As you're kicking up the dust
And the rustling in the shadows tells you secrets you can trust
The capturing of whispers is the way to write a song
It's when you get to microphones, the music can go wrong

You can't see the audience with spotlights in your eyes
Your feet can't feel the highway from where the Lear jet flies
When you glide in silent splendor in your padded limousines
Only you are crying there behind the silver screen

Now you battle dragons, but they'll all turn into frogs
When you grab the wheel of fortune, you get caught up in the cog

First your art turns into craft then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost ones out there feeding
On the wounded and the bleeding
They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls

When I started this song I was still thirty-three
The age that Mozart died and sweet Jesus was set free
Keats and Shelley too soon finished, Charley Parker would be
And I fantasized some tragedy'd be soon curtailing me

Well just today I had my birthday, I made it thirty-four
Mere mortal, not immortal, not star-crossed anymore
I've got this problem with my aging, I no longer can ignore
A tame and toothless tabby can't produce a lion's roar

And I can't help being frightened on these midnight afternoons
When I ask the loaded questions
"Why does winter come so soon?"
And where are all the golden girls that I was singing for
The daybreak chorus of my dreams serenades no more

Yeah the minute man is going soft, the mirror's on the shelf
Only when the truth's up there can you fool yourself?
I am the aged jester who won't gracefully retire
A clumsy clown without a net caught staggering on the high wire

Yesterday's a collar that has settled round my waist
Today keeps slipping by me, it leaves no aftertaste
Tomorrow is a daydream, the future's never true
Am I just a fading fire or a breeze passing through?

Hello my Country, I once came to tell everyone your story
Your passion was my poetry
And your past, my most potent glory
Your promise was my prayer
Your hypocrisy my nightmare
And your problems fill my present
Are we both going somewhere?

Step right up young lady
Your two hundred birthdays make you old if not senile
And we see the symptoms there in your rigor mortise smile
With your old folks eating dog food and your children eating paint
While the pirates own the flag and sell us sermons on restraint

And while blood's the only language
That your deaf old ears can hear
And still you will not answer with that message coming clear
Does it mean there's no more ripples in your tired old glory stream
And the buzzards own the carcass of your dream?

Oh B U Y Centennial
Sell 'em pre-canned laughter
America Perennial
Sing happy ever after

There's a dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yes I read it in the New York Times
That was on the stands today
It said that dreams were out of fashion
We'll hear no more empty promises
There'll be no more wasted passions
To clutter up our play

It really was a good sign
The words went on to say
It shows that we are growing up
In oh, so many healthy ways
And I told myself this is exactly where I'm at
But I don't much like thinking about that

Harry, are you really so naive?
You can honestly believe
That the country's getting better
When all you do is let her alone
Harry, can you really be surprised?
When it's there before your eyes
When you hold the knife that carves her
You live the life that starves her to the bone

Good dreams don't come cheap
You've got to pay for them
If you just dream when you're asleep
There is no way for them, to come alive, to survive

It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see
When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee
It's not enough to be in love we hide behind that word
It's not enough to be alive, when your future's been deferred

What I've run through my body, what I've run through my mind
My breath's the only rhythm and the tempo is my time
My enemy is hopelessness, my ally honest doubt
The answer is a question that I never will find out

Is music propaganda, should I boogie, rock and roll
Or just an early warning system hitched up to my soul
Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief
Making too much of a life so mercifully brief?

So I stride down sunny streets and the band plays back my song
They're applauding at my shadow, long after I am gone
Should I hold this wistful notion that the journey is worthwhile
Or tiptoe cross the chasm with a song and a smile?

Well I got up this morning, I don't need to know no more
It evaporated nightmares that had boiled the night before
With every new day's dawning, my kid climbs in my bed
And tells the cynics of the board room your language is dead

And as I wander with my music through the jungles of despair
My kid will learn guitar and find his street corner somewhere
There he'll make the silence listen to the dream behind the voice
And show his minstrel Hamlet daddy that there only was one choice

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did
Inexperience, it once had cursed me
But your youth is no handicap, it's what makes you thirsty, hey kid

Strum your guitar, sing it kid
Just write about your feelings not the things you never did

Dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

The dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Come on
Yeah the dance band on the Titanic
Singing nearer my God to thee
And the iceberg's on the starboard bow

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Fuel - Lyrics - Little Plastic Castle - Ani Difranco

Title: Fuel
Album: Little Plastic Castle
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Ani Difranco

Lyric:
They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetery there
May their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon
We've moved on to the electric chair

And I wonder who's gonna be president
Tweedledum or tweedle dumber?
And who's gonna have the big
Blockbuster box office this summer

How 'bout we put up a wall
Between the houses and the highway
And then you can go your way
And I can go my way

Except all the radios agree with all the TVs
And all the magazines agree with all the radios
And I keep hearing that same damn song
Everywhere I go

Maybe I should put a bucket over my head
And a marshmallow in each ear
And stumble around for another dumb numb week
For another hum drum hit song to appear

People used to make records as in a record of event
The event of people playing music in a room
Now everything is cross-marketing
It's about sunglasses and shoes
Or guns or drugs, you choose

We got it rehashed, we got it half-assed
We're digging up all the graves
And we're spitting on the past
And we can choose between the colors
Of the lipstick on the whores

'Cause we know difference
Between the font of twenty percent more
And the font of Teriyaki, you tell me
How does it make you feel?
You tell me what's real

And they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
Even when they're as dry as my lips for years
Even when they're stranded on a small desert island
With no place in two thousand miles to buy beer

And I wonder is he different is he different, has he changed
What he's about or is he just a liar
With nothing to lie about
I'm headed for the same brick wall
Is there anything I can do about anything at all

Except go back to that corner in Manhattan
And dig deeper, dig deeper this time
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history
Beneath unknown bones
Beneath the bedrock of the mystery

Beneath the sewage system an the path train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water main
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
Between the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels wheels

Beneath everything I can think of to think about
Beneath it all, beneath all get out
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
There's a fire just waiting for fuel

There's a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just waiting for fuel

There's a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just waiting for fuel
There's a fire just waiting

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Screwed Up - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Screwed Up
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Christopher B Bridges, Raymond Poole

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Lyric:
We sendin' this one out from everybody
I mean to everybody
From the H town to the A town and world wide
So get your lighters, get your drank
And I tell you what
I'm so fucked up, and screwed up
If anybody try to blow my high
You know what I'm a tell 'em?

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I felt better than I ever felt before, I'm
Intoxicated but maintaining self control, I
I took a swig, I had a jug chug-a-lug, I'm loud and clear
I had some Bud, I lit it up and then I made it disappear
'Cause my magic tricks are so fabolous
This shit's hazardous, got amateurs smokin' cannibus
If you mad at this damn it then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I take a call to my dog trying to split the blunt and break it up
Three wheel motion, purple potion I got to shake it up
I tried to kick the habit but it keep callin' me
Abracadabra, its a magic trick, I smoked up all the weed
Zig zags and golden wraps got my mind gone
Drugs dont effect my work, I still get my grind on

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I'm leanin' like the tower of Pisa and a syrum squeezer
Come close to my stash and get treated as if I'm Ebaneeza
I'm throwed, blowed, matter fact lets call this 'the thrower potion'
I'm screwed up, so no wonder thangs are in slower motion
I gots to have it, can't kick the habit, I've tried to shake it
The drug experiment stage, if you mistaken then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I'm from screwed up Texas
We drive wreckless, and then we peel off
You ain't had shit until you smoke sweet tooth in Jack Frost
Hit it twice but don't cough, you gotta take it man
If it's a record for smokin' I'm bout' to break it man
Me and Luda puffin' buda
We in a black Cougar on Sab Jewelers
You try to jack us, we grab rulers

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

How can I say it plain
That I'm off that Mary Jane
And if it's true what they say then
I dont know how many cells is left in my fuckin' brain
But I'm a keep on writtin' enlighten minds of these hungry rappers
And tell the hood that I've hire niggaz and fire crackers
On the 4th of July, open your eyes, I'm jokin' stupid
I love all races but if you hatin' my music then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

I love my occupation, we never have to take a piss test
Fuckin' 9 to 5 'cause I'm always gettin' rest
I wake up to breakfast in head
You wake up to breakfast in bed
Should I drop my H2, hmm, I'm a take the Lexus instead
Pimpin' aint dead, but I leave you niggaz dead from all this pimpin'
I'm ridin' spinners like a pimp thats why I'm limpin'

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

All substances that's controlled that's how this story goes
I pop the cap broke the ice and lil' flip done broke the mould
I'm so cold, I think I see dead people
No, thats just my homies passed out in the Regal, believe it
The potency is so strong if you notice me, I'm calm
Cool and collected, and if you disrespect it, then

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

We doin' this for them playas that bang screw music
We don't pass out after 8 blunts, because we use to it
Me and Cris like chee chee chong
So hurry bring out the weed and the bones
'Cause if it aint grade A trees, we gotta leave it alone
And to my homie screw, you know I gotta hold it down
And if they want it then they gotta come and take the crown

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up
Haha haha ha ha

So there you have it
Sendin' this one out to all my drankers
And all my smokers
United and lighted we stand, inebriated we fall
But if you wanna pass the sobriety and breathalyzer test
Here's a quick Luda tip
Some packets were busted in your car
Keep bustin' goddamn it
And whoever said niggaz in the South can't rhyme

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm screwed up

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The Riverflow - Lyrics - Levellers

Title: The Riverflow
Artist: Levellers
Composer(s): Jonathan Sevink, Mark Chadwick, Jeremy Cunningham, Charles Heather, Simon Friend

Lyric:
I met you in 82, over a crate of beer and not a few
I cracked a can and so did you, we're going to change the world
The ghetto kings of downside town
The estates and parks of our hallowed ground
Doing anything that we found, and on the river flowed

You'd take a drink from Rev. Jimmy Jones
You'd cross the street on the path the gunman roams
Thrown aside and left to waste, that was you, you knew your place
Wander round, get off your face, and on the river flowed

On and on the river flow, we are the undertow
On and on the river flow, we are the undertow

I don't know how you made it through all the smoke and brew you do
It sure has left its mark on you but you're still with us today
Life goes on and 'round we go and words can kill these things I know
Sometimes you cut deeply so, but on the river flows

You'd set the table for barber Sweeney Todd
You'd clip the wings of any rising God
But man can't live on hope alone, it can be cut all that is grown
Broke your spirit but not your bones and on the river flows

[Unverified]

You're working now, forced to the race
I know it left a bitter taste
But the rising tide had covered your face
Nothing you could do

But I still remember the day you said
That the river flowing through my head
Would take me far or leave me dead
And all you said was true

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Under The Influence - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Under The Influence
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): De Shaun Dupree Holton, Mark Randy Bass, Rufus B Johnson, Jeff Bass, Ondre C Moore, Denaun M Porter, Von M Carlisle, Marshall B Iii Mathers

Lyric:
So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid twenties
A young ass man with a trash can strapped to the back of his ass
So the rats can't chew through his last pants

I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin' pills bitin' him
I'm like a fuckin' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the fuck outta everything I come across in the halls

I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a knife at the blade and stab you with the fuckin' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
Bitch it's too late
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains

I'm an instigator, 380 slug penetrator
Degradin', creatin' murders to kill haters
Accused for every crime known through the equator
They knew I did it for havin' blood on my 'gators

My weed'll hit yo' chest like a double barrel gauge an'
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in yo' face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remi I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, forgive me

I'm snatchin' every penny it gotta be that way nigga, face it
That weed I sold to you, brigade laced it
You hidin' I make the president get a facelift
Niggaz just afraid, handin' me they bracelets

Chillin' in the lab wasted
I'm the type that'll drink kahlua and gin throw up on the mic
Your life is ruined, you get socked right on site
And even at the million man March we gon' fight

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

I'm a compulsive liar, settin' my preacher on fire
Slashin your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers
Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired
Jackin' my dick off in a bed of barbed wire

(Hey, is Bizarre performing?)
Bitch didn't you read the flyer?
Special invited guest will be, Richard Pryor
(Aren't you a male dancer?)
Nah bitch, I'm retired
Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron

I'm ripped, I'm on an acid trip
My DJ's in a coma for lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
Lettin' the record skip
(Damn!)

I'm fuckin' anything when I'm snortin'
It's gonna cost 300 dollars to get my pit bull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like I was in Vietnam
All bitches is hoes, even my stinkin' ass mom

Aiyyo flashback, two feets, two deep up in that ass crack
Weed laced with somethin' nigga pass that
In Amsterdam we only hang out with hash rats
At a stop the violence rally, I blast gats

Be your mom on publishin', get your ass capped
The Kuniva, divide up your cash stack
Want your motherfuckin' pockets,ascap
I don't need a platinum chain, bitch I snatch Shaq's

Born loser, half theif and half black
Bring your boys and your guns and get laughed at
Bitch smacker, rich rappers get their jag jacked
And found chopped up in a trash bag

We stranglin' rappers until the point they can't yell
'Cause they crew is full of fags and sweeter than bake sales
Reckless, come from behind and snatch your necklace
Gruesome and causin more violence than nine hoodlums

I grapple your Adam's apple until it crackle
Run right past you, turn around, grab you and stab you
Get executed, cuz I'm a luni
I got a yuk mouth and it's polluted, I cock it back then shoot it

I love snatchin' up players thugs and young ballers
Shoot up the household, even the young toddlers
Brigade barricade to bring the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys

If I go solo, I'm doin a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin Kuniva yo yo
I leave ya face leakin' run up in church
And smack the preacher while he's preachin
Take a swing at the deacon

I used to tell cats that I sold weed and weight
I was straight 'til I got caught sellin' 'em shake
I'm ignorant, with the intent to snatch your rent
I got kicked out of summer camp for havin sex in my tent
With the superintendent's daughter, my brain's out of order

I've been a Kon Artis since I was swimmin' in water
In cahoots with this nigga named fall out von
Who got fired from UPS for tryin' to send you a bomb
I signed to a local label for fun
Say I got cancer, get dropped, take the advancement and run

Driveby you in the rain while you carry your son
Call your house and hang up on you for not givin' me none
Born straight up out a pussy but a son of a gun
Got a reputation for havin niggaz runnin' they funds
Used to be the type of nigga that was foldin some one's
'Til I met your fat mama, now I'm rollin' in dough

So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick
'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit
'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck my dick

Suck my motherfuckin dick, D-12 dirty motherfuckin' dozen
Nasty like a stank slut bitch with thirty fuckin husbands
Bizarre kid, swifty McVeigh, The Kon Artis
The Kuniva, Dirty Harry and Slim Shady

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Grace Cathedral Hill - Lyrics - Castaways and Cutouts - Decemberists

Title: Grace Cathedral Hill
Album: Castaways and Cutouts
Artist: Decemberists
Composer(s): Colin Patrick Meloy

Lyric:
Grace Cathedral hill
All wrapped in bones of a setting sun
All dust and stone and moribund
I paid twenty-five cents

To light a little white candle
For New Year's Day
I sat and watched it burn away
Then turned and weaved through slow decay

We were both a little hungry
So we went to get a hot dog
Down the Hyde St. Pier
The light was slight and disappeared

The air, it stunk of fish and beer
We heard a tuba
And trumpet play the National Anthem

And the world may be long for you
But he'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike

When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year
Your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears
The pilgrims, pills and tourists here all sing
"Fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo"

Sweet on a green eyed girl, all fiery
Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and vinegar
I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle

And the world maybe be long for you
But he'll never belong to you
But on a motorbike

When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?
Are you feeling better now?

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Ooh, la, la, la, la

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Everything Man - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Everything Man
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Otis Jr Jackson

Lyric:
I don't remember the first time I heard Kweli
I don't remember what I was doing
There were no remembered witnesses to my doings
But it seems like I've known him forever

He who has moved through mornings and midnights
Through deaths and dawns
To document our bones, our blood, our lives
Listen, listen to his exact wings
Strumming mists from clouds

Listen, listen, a man always punctual with his mouth
Listen to his revolution of syllables
Scoping lightning from his pores
Keeping time with his hurricane beat
Asking us to pick ourselves up and become thunder

Yeah, they say you can't please everybody
Let's go, yeah, they ain't know what that sound like

Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat
Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
On your eardrum, we got a new heartbeat

Yo, what becomes of a dream deferred
That never makes it to the world to be seen or heard?
Do it breathe? Do it got a heartbeat? Is it alive?
Do it leave only to become a star in the sky?

I believe the scratch that I know, this ain't my full potential
Only usin' 10 percent of my mental on instrumentals
But incidentally, my energy heavenly
Can he be so ill? There ain't no, pill or no remedy

The maker of memories posses the recipe to your fate
Make no mistake, there ain't no escapin' your destiny
Especially when 'til death do us part, like wedding rings
I'll be here forever, put that on everything

You're everything man
You're everything man

Your alpha and your omega, your beginning and your end
Your father, your brother, your lover, your friend
The blood in your vein that gets spilled and, runs in the drain
That's right, my flow one and the same, the joy and the pain

My name, the burner that destroy the toy and the train
All city, all night I'm enjoyin' the fame
I'm a hustler, I'm a gangster and a rebel with the rank of a general
In the battle between God and the Devil

I lay claim to your spirit, your religion, your belief system
I'll do your hit in your kitchen and you're relief pitchin'
This kid proficient in every position
The man of your dreams and your nightmares commandin' your vision

'Til it's quite clear like light beer, yeah, I'm standin' right here
I get you hot but stay cooler than the night air
I try to fit it in the same rhyme
But realize, I can't be everything to everyone at the same time

You're everything man
You're everything man

First time I heard him, I was in Japan
Seems like the first time I heard him was like
The Reflection, 'Reflection Eternal'

Like when Kanye came out
I guess was when I started to listen, I hate to say that but
New York native and serious Talib fan

I came all the way from Puerto Rico just to see Talib Kweli
Him, Mos Def, all of them man
I need them out here in my life
It's a rainy morning in New York City

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Neighbors Next Door - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Neighbors Next Door
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mathew Thornton

Lyric:
Yo Jacky, this Keith
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug

There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin' throw it out tonight
I'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza
Alright, I'ma come back, yeah

Chewin' alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin' on old newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 Dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green

With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin' from the sanitation dump with rotten skulls
On my watered with Miller beer kegs

Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin' the Raptors play the Houston Rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Puttin' fingerprints on my bicycle

Walkin' up to have a drink at the club
There is three Irish chicks, lookin' at me like I'm sick
Walkin' by Chin-Chins I stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin' out ya Madrion hotel window

Like Elvis Presley coming down the elevator
Good evening mister, excuse me, pardon me with body parts
And credit cards walkin' down Sunset Boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lights

Four blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs
And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer

Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
Eatin' a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers
I blast a CD by the Staple Singers

The cops told me to turn it down
They like my shoes from Buster Brown
I went up the block and bought some incense
For the bone smells in the air conditioner vents

Hey, kid need twenty cents
Havin' a cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor ? Mmm

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
See ya at twelve midnight comin' over

Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out, suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what

Attraction recarnations in a slump twenty five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa' from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin' planes

Pull a Kotex out of Louis Lane, explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches consort with witches
Twenty five sistas pussies with blisters we burn 'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines

Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck Marilyn Manson
Or become Charlie Manson death wish
Or become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom

In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith A K A Dr. Dooom
Twenty five dead chicks with an ice pick

Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two
Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball for a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a cave Spandex Columbo smokin'
Panties in liquid Pinesol soakin'

Selling glass to Dr. Bones, Dr. Dooom ass lie on cellphone
Sportin scuba fins in a limo, eatin' fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want? I want a Kotex with whip cream

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
I'm comin' over at twelve midnight to borrow some sugar

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Andy - Lyrics - Come On Now Social - Indigo Girls

Title: Andy
Album: Come On Now Social
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray, Emily Ann Saliers

Lyric:
Andy, do you love me?
Do you think about it? Will you say?
Turning brushwood into blazes
Turning summer grass into hay
Turning sharply past the graveyard
To the lakefront
With the black waves licking up the stones
To the swayed back screened in front porch
Who could ever stay the weight
Of flesh and bones

Andy, aren't you tired?
From the sun and rain, river soaking you
From the beer cans on your dashboard
And the bullet hole glass spiderweb
Staining your rear view
I have watched you watch an empty road
Is it only her upon which
All of you is depending
To fill your twenty hour work day
While all the fences In this county still need mending, hey

And in the night I do my checking
Fix the broken parts with visions of rare beauty
But in my heart I know I'm second
Forever fixed in your pursuit
It is my duty, hey

Andy, will you toss me?
A little scrap of something that I can taste
Instead of dust from all the leaving
And the smell of summer lying here to waste
Under the burnt pyre of all the castaway
Tiny shoots will spring like questions
Will you take me?
Out to the fenced hill sprinkled with horses
Wild in resistence to the taming
Will you break me? Will you break me?

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Casey'S Last Ride - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Casey'S Last Ride
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

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Lyric:
Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walkin' down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below
Following their footsteps through the neon darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul

The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dyin'
'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clickin' of the turnstile and the rattle of his chains

"Oh" she said, "Casey it's been so long since I've seen you"
"Here" she said, "Just a kiss to make a body smile"
"See" she said, "I've put on new stockings just to please you"
"Lord" she said, "Casey can you only stay awhile"

Casey leaves the underground and stops inside the Golden Crown
For somethin' wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bones
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for anything they can to keep from going home

Standing in the corner, Casey drinks his pint of bitter
Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by
And he stumbles as he's leavin' and he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that's in his belly or the tear that's in his eye

"Oh" she said, "I suppose you seldom think about me"
"Now" she said, "Now that you've a family of your own"
"Still" she said, "It's so blessed good to feel your body"
"Lord" she said, "Casey, it's a shame to be alone"

"Oh" she said, "Casey, it's been so long since I've seen you"
"Here" she said, "Just a kiss to make a body smile"
"See" she said, "I've put on new stockings just to please you"
"Lord" she said, "Casey, can you only stay a while"
"Lord" she said, "Casey it's a shame to be alone"

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Hold Me Down - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Hold Me Down
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Dylan John, Lynese Wiley, Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Fredderick Watson

Lyric:
Yeah, Brooklyn, New York, stay focused
It's ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first lady
Diddy, I see you, baby

Y'all niggaz done met ya match
I'm somethin' like a pimp you bust I bust back
I game dudes got 'em callin me wifey
My stomach stay flat baby, mothers don't like me, huh

Chicks this heated then I give 'em my ice see
I'm the knockout queen y'all hoes don't wanna fight me
Sexy, brown skin complexion
Concealed in my purse it's a deadly weapon, yeah

I don't pay for nothin' at all
I even get free dutches at the corner store
Shot caller dudes stop as soon as I speak
Babs Bunny the black jet queen of the week, huh

I'm fire just what the thugs desire
Got a high pitched flow MC Mariah
When I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tires
Got every club promoter passin' me flyers

I'm in there V.I.P. a sure night
With a bottle of haze, my weave is so tight
I'm ready for some action, hands in the air
Crystal over here in the club no beer

Stuntin' bad girl, I do it for nothin'
Tight dickies shirt with a pop top button
Babs repeat it I'm something that the rap game needed
Thorough bread plus I stay weeded

All I need from you is your word that when I come to the stai
You gon hold me down 'cause when you come to M.I.
I'm gon hold you down, you know it's Freddy P
Te hit man of the band, y'all know how I'm doing it now, shit

I'm in and out them magazines back to the TV shows
Attendin' business meetings with a 40's and my dirty flows
Everyday's an episode all because them episodes
Just like rats they wanna know where my cheddar flows

Everyday like valentine, how I keep it rollin'?
Never made a dime from rap yet
I thank them people no my people don't believe it though
Someone has been leavin' those words sayin' cold

You think I don't know you serving Coke
'Cause you ain't a dude alive that couldn't carry their Coke
So it must be them freakin' po po's I hope they better pray
They don't run up wrong or your momma gonna be singin that song

What you say Freddy P ya heard me, it's Lord Chopper City
Ya heard me, your little brother ya heard me
I representin' the band ya dig to the death
New Orleans the third ward Magnolia

Let me catch a nigga bootin' up I'ma be like what's hap nigga
I crush bones and ain't a mothafuckin' fat nigga
You know what type of shit I'm on I let the Mack hit ya
You cant box my squad, our left jabs quicka

Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us
All my sistas, I promise to make it part of my agenda to get ya
You know what I'm sayin', we see them ninjas
Hoppin' off of them Ducatis choppin' you down like timber

You can try to stop me, I will injure
Shit my killer instincts like cinder
I'm a bad boy guerrilla making millionaire figures
Chopper City 'bout to dis ya, I can paint you a picture

Hey yo, Chopper man I dig you like the fuckin' shovel man
Its E Ness the enforcer from the band man
We the hottest thing since microwave popcorn dog
It's real, it's about to go down like this ay yo

Puffin' on sour deezy's you know it ain't illegal
And I never been to Iraq but packin' desert eagles I mean
Call me a liar but the fires back
Bad Boy empire is where the fires at

I got the Sean John truck with the tires to match
The whole hood on fire the wires tapped
Okay this part of the deal, bounty huntas all on my heels
Lookin' for me huh somewhere in the Ville

I takes planes trains, automobiles, boats
Overseas passport to Brazil
Survival of the fittest, nigga I talk it I live it
Gotta crawl before you walk any nigga can get it

All dance for the family ya know Elliott ness, me
I hold it down til dead before dishonor trust, what me
Tell ya Dylan Dillinger, join the family all West Indian
I for, lemme see some lighters now, call you

Ya me, me in a band which is poor in need
Ya must see, man a don, nah me no blood clot be
She see me, shot ya eye out, you no see, see, see, see
Little more me have to wild out with set she see, see

She check all of me guns, she plottin' theify theify
Me have a half a pint fa your an Eagle eye if she need it
Check the people like some mortars are
Rule the people with me gun like Moses rule 'em rod

Bumba clot enough ta move ya and them Ouija
Man I righteous hearted, [Incomprehensible]
Pull the burn out me trunky, pistol pack the fassey
Shots every area, foes will no like me why

Them new Jordan and new Nike
My glocks come out when it's time fa ya bashee
Ask dem ya gonna see da band is me family
If ya disrespect ya fi never feel mornin'

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Casey'S Last Ride - Lyrics - Calexico

Title: Casey'S Last Ride
Artist: Calexico
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

Lyric:
Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below
Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speaking to a soul

The poison air he's breathing has the dirty smell of dying
'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clicking of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains

"Oh" she said, "Casey, it's been so long since I've seen you"
"Here" she said, "Just a kiss to make a body smile"
"See" she said, "I've put on new stockings just to please you"
"Lord" she said, "Casey, can you only stay a while"

Casey leaves the underground and stops inside The Golden Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bones
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for anything they can to keep from going home

Standing in the corner, Casey drinks his pint of bitter
Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by
Then he stumbles as he's leaving and he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that's in his belly or the tear that's in his eye

"Oh" she said, "I suppose you seldom think about me"
"Now" she said, "Now that you've a family of your own"
"Still" she said, "It's so blessed good to feel your body"
"Lord" she said, "Casey, it's a shame to be alone"

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Casey'S Last Ride - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: Casey'S Last Ride
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

Lyric:
Casey joins the hollow sound
Of silent people walkin' down
The stairway to the subway
In the shadows down below

Following their footsteps
Through the neon darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speaking to a soul

The poison air he's breathing has the dirty smell of dyin'
'Cause it's never seen the sunshine
And it's never felt the rain

Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clicking of the turn stops
And the rattle of his chains

Oh, she said, Casey
It's been so long since I've seen you
Here, she said, just a kiss to make a body smile

See, she said
I've put on new stocking just to please you
Lord, she said, Casey, can you only stay a while?

Casey leaves the underground
And stops inside the Golden Crown
For something wet to wipe away
The chill that's on his bones

Seeing his reflection in the lives
Of all the lonely men
Who reach for anything they can
To keep from goin' home

Standing in the corner Casey drinks his final bitter
Never glancing in the mirror
At the people passing by

Then he stumbles as he's leavin'
And he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that's in his belly
Or the tear that's in his eye

Oh, she said, I suppose you seldom think about me
Now, she said, now that you've a family of your own
Still, she said, it's so blessed good to feel your body
Lord, she said, Casey, it's a shame to be alone

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