Lyrics:
brother
And the witness is my sister
And I'm guilty as hell
And by the afternoon I'm out
On the pavement walking
Reeking of salt and blood
No hair upon my
They think were fools sitting on the corner,
Older you get the more like your father,
The more I drink the more like my brother,
Seem to have
Baby
Why you not home yet
Baby it's getting late
I wish you would be home by now.
Door bell rings
Who could it be at this time
Police on my
I'm glad that you still came by
But it wasn't really icy outside
I was just in one of my moods
Now we're laughing on the sheets in my room
My
of an angel
In every child's smile
Innocence is a birth rite it would seem
The impressions made
By this wide wicked world
Can beat you and steal your
ready
I will be healed, and my brother, so shall you be
Stand over here, by my side
We will awake to the river, to the river
Washing away all our
Blindfolded, okay, yeah, I know it sounds adorable
But dollars signs in pop's eyes grew creepy and deplorable
He said, "Play by the noises, follow the ding
07. Let Weight Be Measured By Merit
Tonight like any other
Yet sometimes between steps
The world speaks,
Though few listen
Our sense of being,
Plain Jane Lyrics
Written by Bob Johnston, Michael Lunn, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant
Ah, tell 'em about it Darlin'.
Here we go.
She's
stop, his father was hot
Couldn't just stop 'cause he coulda got shot
They move him down south to straighten him out
And he's still selling dope by
gots to elevate. Rob my fate.
Take it to the highest when I'm rhymin'
On the city streets, the rhythms in my freaky sneaks, sneaky freaks,
Stoppin by
at stories
So, Artie buys you a drink
Autumn's left him for another
Then he drops it discrete
So and so's his brother
Prince of no depression, no?
My little sister, dreaming of monsters
When will the story come to the turning-point?
And make you happy, not being stepped on
By strangers
the steelo
Summer of the Skee-o, the way a brother speak low
Yo, I'm not endorsing no reckless endangering
But I ran out of condoms like a modern Wilt
Whispers my unholy name, from a frozen mis I rise, I Wolf rise!
And my brothers will attack under this blood sign.
Wolves from the fog will join in
daughters
Make way for brothers, holding lovers
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When all at once, burst from within
Waves of light in human skin
Arguing it's only life, we'll live
carafe, it is half full."
Like two nuts in a jar
That are arguing over their origin
But we have insight
To see that they are brothers, born
to find a way to keep the peace
I ain't no Democrat,I ain't no Republican
We're fathers and mothers,sisters and brothers,wives and husbands
And we pray
A brother of suffering inside
Why can't you look at me now
I hope you like what you've done to me
Drown in your misery
We need something new you made up
and hand me down poetry
It's brick white-washed walls widowed by first paint
The tin roof top humming songs of promise while time is
Locked into demonic
by the door
With a knife in my hand
And a most devious plan
It would be quite grand
As the mail fell through the slot
The sharp edge he got
Oh,
every night
The moon hung low
But he stopped coming home
He stopped paying the bills
She had to move to this house
By the tracks down the hill
She'd
by my ankles
Watching the televisions drop
Every Japanese boy's an unsung Ninja
And the mirrorball's starting to rock
The mirrorball's starting
I know the way by heart.
(Chorus)
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And the house still looks the same,
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