Lyrics:
cold
I had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hair
And threw her to the ground
Father, she craved my head, oh lord, the things she said
My god,
I spin off and lose my head
Throwing stray a spark instead
Gather strength down in my heel
And dig it in the world I peel
Way down deep within
reads too many books
She got new movies inside her head
She reads too many books
She got movies inside her head
She wants me to walk out running
She
hands and head
This time, they're much too slow
Six sides to every lie I say
It's that American voice again
It was never quite like this before
Not
dumped off in the alley for dead
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said
Gotta put one in ya head, bang
We coming to serve
What Have They Done To The Rain
Just a little rain falling all around
The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound
Just a little rain, just
Do nothin' till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what's said
Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream
Is over my head
Do nothin' till you
Stewball was a good horse
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England
And I rode him in
hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Juvenile used to be R-T-A bound
Now I be bustin' these bitches head when I come 'round
Acting like a nigga that ain't
She had come hither eyes
And charm from her head to her feet
Really my Jolie was neat
Golly my Jolie was sweet
Jolie, Jolie my Cherie
Wish I
jangle, oh what a beautiful sight
So jump in bed, and cover your head, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
For my Girl's an Irish girl, from her head down to her toes,
And no care in the world will harry me, when she promises to marry me,
My sweet little
and the pain
You gotta keep your sense of humor
You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit
Remember that
(Mmh)
Mh, yeah
Mh, keep ya head up, yeah
their heads bowed on the side
Crying like a baby thinking about the time
James Dean took that fatal ride, took that ride
Tennessee Tennessee
a retired businessman named Red, cast down from heaven and he's out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash
started givin' up the booty
In school, stuck up, head in a feather
Every time I asked her for the time
It was never ever once she would talk to the Ren
I'm
Do nothin' till you hear from me
Pay no attention to what's said
Why people tear the seam of anyone's dream
Is over my head
Do nothin' till you
Wake up in the mornin'
With a towel tied 'round her head
Wake up in the mornin'
Towel tied 'round her head
When you speak to her
You swear, she
her arms
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be's too high
Laid my head on my pillow, friends, it be's too high
Taken down with, I'm gettin' sick
zone,
I could be steppin' through a time zone.
I turned my head and I looked below, Slide zone...
And there was something there I know.
Suddenly I
Wildcat kelley, lookin' mighty pale
Was standin' by the sherrif's side
And when the sherrif said "I'm sendin you to jail
Wildcat raised his head
spittin' the cotton now
Ah!
And Mr. Turvy your head's no where bound
It's somethin' I would rather do without
Ha!
Piano Solo
Ain't you had enough
Ready to knock ya head off for that paper
Always down for a caper,
Mr. S-E-R-V
I'm going through some thangs, lord help me
I'm going through some
head and I have to wonder
How we ever made it through that
Girl tonight you're takin' me back
There's a road and a restless wind
Ain't it good
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