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Children

The Mavericks

From Hell to Paradise

1992

A child who is raised by an unworthy hand
Has less of a chance being a man.
Who will try to remember, and then understand,
Why a mother would cry

Yea, Yea
Yea, Yea

My Neck is the coolest, Look what I'm doing 
All these rocks and these diamonds
They keep on moving, and they keep on dancing,

who's an hour late. Now I'm counting down the hours until I can cash my check and spend a couple of days with no millstone around my neck. I've been

to cops fuck this show and tell
These niggas goofy laugh when they walk by look at Dave Chappelle
Eyeballing too easy where the mmcht nigga fuck the scale

No regrets, I want the fame from this
Said that they wanna be counting us out,
From the bull shit, I'm just saving us
Maybach curtains in a Range

I just miss your touch
I regret our love
I regret your trust
I'm stuck in that hole that you dug up too much
There's more to this story, but I'm sure

Most of the CDs were 20 bucks Bought all 6s and 7s by Tech N9ne
Instead of lunch that my dad gave me money for feeling regret
During sophomore year in

non stop sunlight
Time passes 
Give meaning to my life

I'm a demon
An adulterated heathen
Oblivious deceiver 
Cultivated by believing 
Question my

to bed
The deep well of regret
I hear a crying dog…
That's the sound of my heart
That's the sound of my heart
That's the sound of my heart
That's the sound

of me
She leaves a hole inside of me
Play me your songs, when I'm half asleep
In the middle of the night
When I'm laying by your side
When it's hard

a real mess feeling pain I awfully dread
Just a ball of anger barely hanging on by a thread
But it's no regrets, remorse only results in loneliness
Thanks

yo
My testament, the debt you in
Can only be paid in flesh, you in
The rest of it, at best, is shit
Your whole life is regret, you in
Detested by

dope
Met a bitch named Dave, hit her and split her like a loaf
Plug told me if I want to turn, then meet him by the coast

Always make a play so you can

at right hand
Inhale through airway
Exhale with regret
Forgot by myself
Just wanna go there
But no way to connect
So I must to be left
Breeze got on my face

lean hella Slimy, this shit like a seal
My bro, Hella Slimey, catch a body, finna call up Sil
We ship the bowls out local, watch the package seal

I

What I’m Fighting For
Words and Music By: Justin Busch (justrbusch@yahoo.com) and Dave Tough

V1:
Dad was only 40 years old, we were counting on 40

eyes I see worse memories
All my regrets and who I pretended to be
And Yeah I been a fuck up
Burnt a couple bridges from the ground up, got skeletons in

Digger, Sam, and Dave...
Went a-hog-huntin' hard as they could stave..

Here comes Sam with a ten-foot pole...
A-roust that ground hog outa his hole

to stay humble and discipline 
When there's nobody that's counting your fuck ups but me
Hey I'm in this bitch with my brothers we got each other's back

don't say shit, I just go in the boof
Niggas talk like they bulletproof, I respected the game
I played by the rules, you can't walk a mile in my shoes
You

O'Malley's Bar

Nick Cave

Murder Ballads

1996

O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars
And I started counting on my fingers 

One 
Two 
Three 
Four
O'Malley's Bar 
O'Malley's Bar
O'Malley's Bar

Cause I can do bad all by myself

I'm cold but I'm giving them hell
I told my ex to excel but she wanna compel
She didn't listen so oh well
Now it's

That's you hoe
Yea she mine too
I done seen so much money my eyes blue
(Yea) I been counting so much money my palms blue
(7 6 2) Leave holes in you

breathing in, taking it in, counting on my intuition
I don't know, I don't know how I got here
Ma said "Work hard at what you love, dear"
Now I'm on my way