Southwest Song - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Southwest Song
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Good people sometimes think bad things
Good people dream bad things, don't you
Good people even do bad things
Once in a while, we do

Factory smoke and choke in pain
'Cause del ray funk is in my brain
So I break the law but I'm not to blame
You only know my place, you don't know my name

Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal
And I steal a car and I grip the wheel
And I park the car then I steal it again
'Cause I really don't know what's happening

I wait for night to fall then I walk outside
And then I run back in 'cause I don't wanna die
You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain
As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain

And I pray to god to help me justify
Look over me 'cause my brain is fried
And I don't have a name, I don't have a home
I just lay alone on my bed of stone

You see, death awaits me on my narrow path
And when I stop to think I can only laugh
Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long
To see everybody singing that southwest song

Wooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake
But I really don't care 'cause it's all too late
You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath
As I crawl along I can feel the death

Everywhere I go I bring with me pride
And then I pay the carny and I take a ride
But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death
So I try it again with what pride is left

If we have to go then you can take me fast
You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast
And when the joker's card is missing from your deck
Then you know the road has finally caught my neck

Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again
It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends
He's always hanging round waitin for me to die
We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy

I feel him in the corner of a circled room
At about thirteen in the afternoon
And then I see the strain as I walk along
I notice everybody singing that southwest song

Wooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry
What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry
Everybody singing that southwest song

If my time has come, then I'm ready to go
Shoot me in the face with your forty-four
And when I'm falling down to my soury death
I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha)

Lose some, win some, that's how it goes
I've been down and out, I took many blows
And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before
I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more

You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town
You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down
You wanna start a family and ya own a home
I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone

You see the forks up, I see the forks down
But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around
'Cause my brain is gone and it's on it's way
I'm exploding, so get off me, dog

And I could be right and I could be wrong
And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long
But it does not matter what set you on
Tonight everybody sings that southwest song

Wooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

What seems bad to you?
Is hitting other kids?

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Black Muddy River - Lyrics - The Arista Years - Grateful Dead

Title: Black Muddy River
Album: The Arista Years
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
And the hot sun chills me to the bone
When I can't hear the song for the singer
And I can't tell my pillow from a stone

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own

When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain
And the stars start to splatter in the sky
When the moon splits the southwest horizon
With the scream of an eagle on the fly

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And listen to the ripples as they moan
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own

Black muddy river, roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river
Black muddy river, roll

Black muddy river, roll on forever
I don't care how deep or wide if you've got another side
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river
Black muddy river, roll

When it seems like the night will last forever
And there's nothing left to do but count the years
When the strings of my heart start to sever
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears

I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And dream me a dream of my own
I will walk alone by the black muddy river
And sing me a song of my own
And sing me a song of my own

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The Show Must Go On - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Show Must Go On
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Awwwwwwwwww, Shit! Yo, check it out, man, ICP back in the haugh man
Violent-J, man, 2 Dope, man, wicked clownz, man. Ha ha ha

Hey, quick, hurry up, bang
Open your mouth cause here comes my wang
I'm Violent-J, the southwest skitzo
Born in a big top magical-majisto
Dead-body disco. Rappin' to the hoochies
Dirty old fat hoe's come up with a smoochie
Hoochie-coochie, la la la la la
I might pull your tongue out your mouth and try to hang ya
It's a full moon and the riddles are calling
Three more cards and the skies will be falling
But don't take it from me, I'm just a clown
Wicked clown, wicked town
Juggalugagaluga lick it down, man up till my nuts start singing, dancing
Hopping
I'm a keep bringing riddles and tricks and dead body chicks
With the swing of my magical wand
The show must go on

'Well, it all began when I was very young. My feelings were so excited about
The carnival
Rides. Everyone was jolly and jittery. I waited for their wackets until well
After dusk. That
Night, while I was sleeping, I was awoken by a glow appearing. And, looking
Out, I saw
Strange men, cursing and filthy, and there were clowns, setting up their dreary
Tent.'

I'm 2 dope and I sport tight wranglers
Don't say a word or I'll kick ya in the neck bitch
Everybody 'round, make way for the clown
In New York, in LA, in southwest town
Walked into El Rays, almost got my ass kicked
Rather just chill in the yard in my casket
Call up the hoe's have 'em swing by the tomb
And get a little stinky stank up in this bitch
Killer clowns kicked out the circus
Used to get live let the midget ladies work this
I was a freak show, they called me the pogo
I can make my ballsack bob like a yoyo
'Give it up! Give it up!'
Southwest looney tune, killed another red neck fun
His head a looney dune, gooney boon, gooney goon
I can hear the loons in my head as I sing my wicked song
The show must go on

'I've never been afraid of clowns but these clowns were different. There was
Nothing
Funny about these clowns at all. The smiled, they juggled, they laughed, but
Yet something
Was terribly, terribly, wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see
Through them, I
Knew what they were really like. I knew that this carnival that had come to my
Village was
An evil, evil thing.'

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

You ask do we gang, do we bang in a gang, mang?
Do we bang-bang? I'm a gang banger, man
I bang in a gang, mang
You can suck my wang, mang
Richie-boy, bitchie-boy, it's a southwest thing
Serial murderer, southwest maniac
Slaughterer, lunatic, highschool brainiac
Straight A school boy, School kid
'Till I went to school and tried to murder everyone, the show must go on

'Aged friends are fools, all of them. Totally unaware of the evilness within
The carnival
Their eyes reflected stairways into hell, their faces covered in blood. I ran
From the
Carnival grounds and yet every road and every path lead me right back to the big
Tent. I
Had to escape from the strongman, the freak shows, and the Ringmaster '

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Come see the show, big top show
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival
Dead carney, carnies, dead juggalos
Walk hand in hand with the dead carnival

Rrrrrinnnng
'Yello?'
'Speak ta Chicken Neck?'
'Who?'
'Chicken neck.'
'Nobody by that name here.'
'What about Chicken Balls?'
'Nope.'
'What about Chicken fuckin' Gizzard Throat, is he there?'
'Look boy, you got the wrong number.'
Click

Rrrrrinnnng
'What the ? Hello?!'
'Speak ta Rednuts?'
'Who?'
'Redballs, Willie Redneck Balls, is he there?'
'Goddamnit!'
Click

Rrrrrinnnng
'Lemme git dis! Who in da hell is dis?!'
'Speak ta Fatboy?'
'WHO IN DA HELL IS DIS?!'
'I wanna speak ta Fat Redneck fuckin' Chickenboy! Is he there?'
'Goddamnit!clickFuckin' no good bastards!'
Knock knock knock knock
'Git da damn door!'
'Yeah, I have a delivery for a Mr. Redneck Fatballs.'
'Whut! You goddamn little!'
Machinegun shots and breaking glass
'It's from the wicked clowns '

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Love Song - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Love Song
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Hello, and welcome back to Pillow Talk
I hope you're with your bitch
'Cuz it's time to get cozy with the ICP
So wind back with a sparkling glass of Faygo
While Violent J tells you the poetry
That just makes the bitches melt, only on WLUV

Hello, baby, I was thinking about you
So I wrote this song
I like to dedicate this to the love
That has expressed from you and I
So just sit back and enjoy

Eh, yo, bitch, come over here and let me kick it to ya
Tried to stick my nuts in ya then I never knew ya
'Cuz your ugly and you know you can't hide that
So what you look like a chicken with a hunchback

Oh, it doesn't matter that you from down South
If you talk like it, I'm a smack you in your mouth
Bitch, I admit it, I'm quick to hit a woman, hey
But that's okay, 'cuz bitch, I'm Violent J

And I'm a Southwest mack daddy juggalo
And you're nothing but a two-bit stankin' ho
But I love you and I hope you realize that
I don't care about the hair growing out your back

Smoking that blunt, drink some Mad Dog through the night
And your ugly bitch turns into Karen White
And I stick my wing-wang in the middle
I like a filthy-ass ho, the kind that make your nuts shrivle

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

I guess you want me to take you on a big date
But what you're saying don't sound all that straight
All I wanna do is feel your butt and squeeze your titties
'Cuz I can't feed your fat ass on a buck fifty

Let's make love my sweet little dove
I wouldn't get near that neden without a glove
'Cuz it's rats and spiders up in there
Hittin' that'll take the curl out your nut hairs

I smack your tittie and claps when it hits the other
But I don't want 'em clappin' too loud it'll wake your mother
Bitches always front like they don't wanna let you hit
But then they always screamin' banshees when you gettin' with it

So don't fake the funk, I'm nothing but a ghetto punk
All I'm trying to do is stick you in your fat rump
So get the fuck out them dirty-ass drawers
And come and twist my balls 'cuz I love you

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

Bitch, I'm knocking at your door
Let me get some neden, ho
Bitch, you're ugly, that's okay
I'm finna hit it anyway

You and I both know
That I've been wrong to you in the past
And I know that I love you
All I wanna do is slide my wang into your neden

I wanna hit that neden so damn hard
Let my nuts bang on your anus
That's my only true desire
I feel for you, I think for you, I breathe for you

All I want is a little neden
Ya know, everyday when the wind blows
All I hear is my nuts flapping against your booty, ho

And that's all I ever want
And that's all I ever dreamed of
That is you and your neden, bitch

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Hokus Pokus - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Hokus Pokus
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Kids, be free, be whatever you are
Do whatever you wanna do
Just so long as you don't hurt anybody

Hurry, hurry, hurry

Serial, slaughterin' stranglers
Jugglin', jugglin', juggulas
Fall-in, fat floppy titty freaks
IC fuckin' P's in the haugh

Abracadabra, boom shaka day
I'm Violent J and I'm back like a vertebrae
And I come with a hat full of tricks
Trunk full of Faygo, car full of fat chicks
Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha, fuck you
Wicked Clowns, we'd like to say what's up
To the Cobras, X-men, and Counts
And everybody with clown love even sets I never heard of

Roll into town and out with the big top
Four cards down, and two more still to drop
And when it does, I'd pack up and hit the road
Cause I don't wanna see your head explode
Toss me an axe, and I'll toss you a dead chicken
Add a buck, you get a two liter wit' 'em
And when the genie says on with the show
It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko

Once again, the psychotic carnival creatures in the house
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, come take a spin on a carny-ride
Southwest slithering snakes of darkness come out
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, come take a spin on a carny-ride

Shazaam, bam, shaka-laka lokey
Shaggy the clown back like scoliosis
Call me a psycho skitzo freak
And I'll call you by your name, Dick Anus
'Cause I could give two shits and a fuck
I bounce down Vernor in a popcorn-clown truck
I'm a circus ninja southwest voodoo wizard
I grab your gizzard

Jump on the carpet, let's take a spin
Everybody's waitin' for the show to begin
Up to the top, by the neck and let you go
Try to land in a glass of Faygo
You suck, you missed the fuckin' glass
Broke your neck, and busted your fuckin' ass
But the genie says on with the show
Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko

What awaits you after death? Rub the lamp and explore
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, come take a spin on a carny-ride
Enter Milenko's funhouse, walk right though the wrecked hall
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, come take a spin on a carny-ride

Rude Boy and Chucky, down wit' the clown
First time we ever went to Mexican Town
I remember, we couldn't pay the bill, they got hot
And beat us down in the fucking parking lot
Tall Jess, Jumpsteady and Nate the Mack
Tagged ICP by the train tracks
And it was on, the dawn of a new day
Magical carpets grippin' down the freeway

Walked in a gypsy's tent with a food stamp
And walked out with a magical lamp, yeah
I met Milenko, he gave me three wishes
That night, I fucked three fat bitches
Can't get the fuck wit' it, forget it
I'll rip your face off, and wipe my ass wit' it
When the genie says on with the show
It's Hokus Pokus Jokers, Great Milenko

Climb aboard our magic train and join us in song
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, come take a spin on the carnie ride
City to village, hamlet to town, the show must go on
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, come take a spin on the carnie ride

Clouds of darkness, and underneath them come the clown
Hokus Pokus Joker's ride, come take a spin on the carnie ride

Fuck that

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Fire - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: Fire
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Xavier Hargrove, Stuart Jordan, Erick S. Sermon, Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
Where my money at ho?
Where my money at yo?
Get my money 'fore I whip

Forget your big fat ass, we going off, baby
We don't mess around 'cuz I'm nautious, baby
You know I loaded it with the gun, pop pop, aiyyo, let's go

Here we go y'all
New shit new shit, out the door y'all
Shorty Pimp, E-Dub once again
So buy you some of this ghetto slum
Underground music from A-T-L

X rearranged it, Shorty B played it
Me and Shorty laid it, my niggaz OK'ed it
Carnefious Crawfish, next to slay it
Damn right, we do it all day bitch

Ride around in Benz's, twenty inch rimzes
What Short told y'all, New York to California
We put them high beams on ya parkin' lot pimpin'
With the boom-boom twelve inches kickin', we stay hittin'

Huh? The most consecutive
Fifteen albums, we're the executives
Who talkin' money?

Let's do it, baby
Me and Short dog on the mic, baby
It's going down all night, baby
Shootin' all haters on sight, baby

That's right, make room
E and Short be on fire
Everything we do is fire
This song is on fire, yo

Bitch, that's my favorite word
I cashed a million dollar check on Thursday the third
Now it's flowin' like water out the kitchen sink
I make more money everytime you blink
Got you scratchin' ya head, made you stop and think
He couldn't made all that, he must have robbed a Brinks

We been around so long, makin' funky songs
Now you gettin' mad, say this cain't be goin' on
How come E and Short get to stay in the game?
Don't ever talk down on a player's name

So when you see us on top of every chart
You know we been number one since the very start
We feed families, when we rhyme
Celebrate like champions

You see mine, I never worry
I don't want the stress, you know my story
I learned how to ball from the best

Let's do it, baby
Me and Short dog on the mic, baby
It's going down all night, baby
Shootin' all haters on sight, baby

That's right, make room
Eastcoast be on fire
Westcoast be on fire
Down south be on fire, yo
(Detroit, Chi-town)

Don't stop the song now I'm not over
I must leave the scene wrecked, before closure
Highest doja, L.A. weed
Monopolize the south like L.A. Reed
(Bitch)

Sick individual, this here be the Southwest Coast
Eastcoast material
Erick Sermon, that's what I said man
Fuck with Short and I and be a dead man

This is fire, pass it to me
It's so hot, E lemme hit that weed
Uptown, hydro is in my genes
It's like green, I just my be a fiend

'Cuz I been tryin' to O.D. lately
And your never gonna rehabilitate me
On a mission since the eigth grade
Keep gettin' high and stay paid

Let's do it, baby
Me and Short dog on the mic. baby
It's going down all night, baby
Shootin all haters on sight, baby

That's right, make room
Tonight is on fire
The roof is on fire
These hoes be on fire

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In The Quiet Morning - Lyrics - Joan Baez

Title: In The Quiet Morning
Artist: Joan Baez
Composer(s): Mimi Farina

Lyric:
In the quiet morning, there was much despair
And in the hours that followed, no one could repair
That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale, rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked tight at my side, I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny, torment from a child who knew

That in the quiet morning, there would be despair
And in the hours that followed, no one could repair
That poor girl, she cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round, a symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la

In the quiet morning, there was much despair
And in the hours that followed, no one could repair
That poor girl, tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale, rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la, la la la

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I Refuse Limitation - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: I Refuse Limitation
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Jamahr Williams, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
One time

Uh for these freaky hoes I lust
But I'm still flickin' ashes a lot of other motherfuckers snort dust
But that's they thang a lot of us fall victim somehow
But that's that game won't try to explain from books to bricks
Now I look, seen crooks and tricks caught up in the mix
Of everyday in every way but the right
I control the substance my people fiend for at night

Lord knows I do wrong, sound like the same old song
A lot of niggas singing homeboys conceal your weapons
'Cause ain't gonna be no smokin' section in heaven
No more be buckin' yo luck seven eleven on the first roll
Don't let the streets rock and roll yo soul
Swats GA by way of cascade heights
Gunshots, roadblocks, sidewalks and ice

Sold me out for 3.5 grams of neighborhood clout
Now what the fucks we bout I'm back home from the bullshit
Puttin' in work, meanwhile others dug ditches and covered
Themselves in dirt, one squirt and you locked down forever
Can't run from reality luring you closer and closer away
To the same old traps, now you never learn from your mistakes
So now you wear this ass whoopin' wit' pride, what side you on?
It wasn't no I in team, only in your dreams, saturated with schemes
Yeah you right, God gonna deal wit' ya fallin' from his grace
Rookie moves cops shift the game and 30 days

I'm blessed in the hole but that's till I go to the state federal
Penitentiary, yeah I could a did my time standin' on one feet
But see I fucked up royally thought I was slick
Them herpes-havin' ass crackers changed my big check to six
Times wit' Dean Whitaker's sermon of the day
But when I go to sleep I don't dream no more I just lay
A wise man knows his limitations concrete, concrete like Greg Street

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
'Cause I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

That's the shit I like Lord got the door shot down to the pavement
Remove yo hat under the ceiling of this building
A rebuff from the usher of sorts because [Incomprehensible]
Most strive for the diamonds and overlook the gems
Got skimp wit yo bags boulders become shoulders to depend on
Which way to explore reform, refrain, we can't inflame
Every thought you walk through the trails is hell
Airborne for what clone me replace me wit' me

Another nation inside a nation out the land of Scots
Suction cups to test tube layer of skin
Supply the crust and we'll mix the fruit
Gun shows supplied me in the hour of need
Watch 'em bleed Aryan nation be the dealer
Now who's the killer? Yeah, yeah, yup yup that's the shit I like
That's the shit I like

Uh puttin' forth the effort to make a change
Not doin' a lot of talkin' bout it, what's yo game?
You slippin' you can't never do that
That's when you get jacked for yo life over emotions runnin' wild
Like salamanders swimmin' in southwest creeks
Feelin' incomplete, another story livin' [Incomprehensible]
You had it, now you lost it wasn't worth it look what it costed
Yo life young nigga

Didn't go out without a fight behind the gun trigger
You better think fast or get swept off yo feet
Nigga it hurts to see these drugs deteriorate
The minds of knuckleheads that want to be base heads
Don't say I didn't tell you 'cause you gonna see in the future
I hope I don't have to shoot you if you switch
Went from hardcore to beggin' like a bitch
Revolutions good to bad hoods to rags, real niggas to fags
What's the news? But I refuse to lose

Sufferin' from a severe case of inner city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
This opportunity to gain is all I got to lose
Now I just can't settle for these streets shawty I refuse

Well I woke up this mornin' with the same frustration
From situations like these got a call about some work
From one of them temporary agencies
No high school diploma or any college degrees
I can't enlist but they'll draft me if there's a war overseas
Oh please, of course I can slice some Oz's
But see I'm one of those aspirin MC's
And uh bills are due so at times I'm doubtful and everyone disagrees
But I'd rather struggle on my feet than to live on my knees

So my uniform tight, workin' all night at Mickey D's
Got about 90 dollars and some change after the government
Get they fees, these minimum wages ain't enough to feed my babies
Purposely these limitations on black folks' opportunities
So I quit 'cause I'm tired of being one of those overworked
Underpaid employees stop carin' at all went on
And did a few small burglaries

It seems like my faith done turned into forgotten memories
And I ain't gettin' away with nothing because I know He always sees
But see right now I need to see how I can get this here dope sold
I done stuffed in my pocket as many rocks as it can hold
They gonna get high so I'm a get my money even though it's freezin' cold
Now how many times you done heard this story told?
Believe it or not, it's some very intelligent junkies
But dependencies is eatin' away at they souls like disease

Anyone can turn into somebody who covets and envies
Unequal economics can easily make you some enemies
And the crime rate never drops so the cops ride around in threes
I knew he would have killed me if I did anything but freeze
They found the rest of the dope in some nearby shrubberies
In a dim lit room being questioned by these authorities
And they gave me some time in correctional facilities
And now my woman's gotta take on a man's responsibilities

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In The Quiet Morning - Lyrics - The Earth Pressed Flat - 10,000 Maniacs

Title: In The Quiet Morning
Album: The Earth Pressed Flat
Artist: 10,000 Maniacs
Composer(s): Mimi Farina

Lyric:
In the quiet morning
There was much despair
In the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked tight by my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew

And in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hour that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound

In the quiet morning
There was much despair
In the hour that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

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