Lyrics:
more, we gettin' to it (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, this how we do it (ha)
Now let me go and get with all of my people, you know I have
more, we gettin' to it (ha)
Can't put it in the hands of fate, this how we do it (ha)
Now let me go and get with all of my people, you know I have
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
four
[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like jim morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we take on you
pain swells
I spend all my time killin' brain cells
The light shed on me was a dim gleam
So I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam
Droppin' dots
out in my car and I
Wait for the mailman to come by
I got a 6 dollar check from Warner Brothers
I will take you down to the bar on the corner
Where
out in my car and I
Wait for the mailman to come by
I got a 6 dollar check from Warner Brothers
I will take you down to the bar on the corner
Where
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
Words and music: jim johnston
Solo: jim brammer
Keys: clyde wilson
I know what you're telling me to do, but I can't ignore the bended truth.
I will
time takes its toll
You would tell me what I don’t believe
You would feed me what I couldn’t eat
Try to take away what I’m gonna need
When
baby, come on and take me
Take me by the hand, ooh show me
Here I am baby
It always ends up this way
Me begging you every day
A love that I
and years you stood by me
Tellin' me I'm ruinin' my life
I'm tired of all these honky tonks
And that fly by night life
Wel, tonight a bottle stands alone
In
Bcby don't cry remove the clip
I'm singin': Dancin' in circles
Feels good to be lone-ly spin
Spin dances
Funk me downtown
I fool myself hands up!
Swirl
good)
Cornbread, early me, remind me of my early teens
Ignored the army, curved Marines
Forever from the dirt regime (from the dirt with it)
Uh, Jim
Brute"
And he came to ride the Buckskin
In a Continental Suit
Well, I turned around to look at Jim
And he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believe
around to look at Jim
And he was watchin' me
He said, "I don't believe
The crazy things I think I see
But I think I see the outlaw
The one they call
of Elrond tells me to try something new
Terribly Sorry Bob you can't take Bad Karma
My Self Abused
Or my Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
I'm afraid you won't leave
fucked up
To um compare me to Jim Jones or uh Davey Koresh.
You know what I mean
Because those where not people that where for the greater good
You
time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
Lordy how they play it
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
lickert (bass)
Ruth underwood (orchestra drum set)
Jim pons (vocals)
Theodor bikel:
This, as you might have guessed, is the end of the movie. the entire
today
I told my niggas they can
I told my niggas they can call on me
Don't abide by the law so call the law on me
Yeah it's...
Yeah it's all on me
They
Take me by the hand and tell me
You would take me anywhere
You would take me anywhere
You would take me anywhere
You would take me anywhere
Still,
to Jack
Then along came pain
After wanting you back
It might take a little time for me to open up and tell my story
But I got all my friends
Mary, Jack, Jim
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