Lyrics:
for that lonesome man on the moon
And when the nights got dark and lonely
It didn't surprise me
That no poets and preachers there
were trying
They say the only sure things in this life are death and taxes
I don't agree I think that different kinds of matches
I once met this old wise man
to the artform, no
Things didn't start warm
Wrinkles in time 'til I met
My Tony Starks form
And straightened it out, Iron Man
While some was workin' the
Pots
young foolish maden and made her a whore
Look at that
And then I heared about that time
I heard a man over in the corner
He was sitting down with his
give it all a-
Still drippin' in finesse (Goddamn)
Man, I got figures and flows, I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo and a Rolls, that's a different
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
He ought to preach the word with dignity instead of "stomp and snort."
Well, that preacher we've got must be "the world's most stuck up man."
Well,
a old time college degree
And when I walked by I heard 'em
Saying that he was something to see
Well, now don't you know that I'm the American Son?
Living
Saw her sister go by near
And out of fear she fixed her same shirt
As same time as me huh
Now I met those guys after a long time
Hey man! Wassup it's
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out,
on your hand"
We'd go out to eat and chill
But they would go to the bathroom
When it was time to pay the bill
I didn't notice all the chuckles
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Peter Foster goes to Gloucester for his first school day
Bites his teacher, sees a preacher and is taught
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a-goin' dry...
The interest is up and the stock market's down
And you
And so I stand up, I will never stand down
Worship with my hands up, humbled by Him
Man down yes sir, that is it
I will never call it quit's pressin'
Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man
I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't because
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your
Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man
I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't because
Diamonds are forever (forever, forever)
Throw your
me, you're not safe out in the world.
You'll never be the difference, you're too ugly, fat and old, oh...
We are in the rain shadow now.
Where all that
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
should've checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
this motherfuckin' game!
When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them
feeding leaches that's eatin'
Then that could really begin to put a dent in expenses
Then again, Em, you'll be paying for this bill
Because we all can tell
He was just and old country doctor in a small Georgia town
Fame and fortune had passed him by but we never saw him frown
As day by day in his kindly
days later I came back by that old man was across the road
He had a Bullhorn screaming and a cross that stood leaning made of rotten old 4x4's
He was
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