Lyrics:
hang it where it can be seen
If our baby's dead just show the red if she's better then show the green
In a little house by the railroad track
Last night I dreamed about you
I dreamed that you were older
You were looking like Picasso
With a scar across your shoulder
You were kneeling by
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm cryin' for forgiveness
Allah, You Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel
to the grade in the evening
They take the chill away fine.
Cut the telephone line and the story's the same.
There's a worn red chair by the window
That we found
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
still apply to me, they all make sense in time
Chorus
But now I'm incommunicado
Driving by myself down the road with a hole in it
Songs with no
feeling very bad today
A red balloon got in my way
It followed me around
But never touched the ground
What can I say?
He built a house upon a hill
Who drove the red sports car from the mansion
And laid upon the grass in summertime
And who done me out high time fashion
And made me read between
Red telephone sitting by my bed
Practically bore your name
Lying alone in the twilight zone
Waiting for your call to come in
Hadn't been for
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
cruel
Sitting by the swimming pool
Trying to keep my head together
In that hot Australia weather
Three days to kill and my per diem's getting
face lit up to the rockets red glare
By September she'd asked him for a wedding band
How could she know he was a ramblin' man
He walked out the door
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
Used to chase that boy home from school
We called him freckled faced red headed fool
He was different he wasn't cool like me
Sticks and stones
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread
King of pain
There's a red fox torn by a huntmen's pack, that's my soul up there
There's a black
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
sleep while cold north wind blows
The snowflakes are falling, the roof a white blanket
There's ice on the window pane, she waits alone
She sits by
Ice
Your only rivers run cold
These city lights
They shine as silver and gold
Dug from the night
Your eyes as black as coal
Walk on by
Walk
of a steaming night
I'm tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
Well, I was out on the prowl
He said "I'll love you till I die",
She told him "You'll forget in time"
As the years went slowly by,
She still preyed upon his mind
He kept
When The Bees Are In The Hive - Bill Monroe
(Bryan/Mills)
By the mill stream sits the Miller's pretty daughter
Her cheeks are like the first red
stood five feet tall in his elevator shoes and stovepipe hat
He was known by several different names
Prompted by Madam X he answered all their questions
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