I've been riding fence all day Way up on the summer range Found a place to make my bed As the evening shadows spread Beyond the campfire light In the
happy days are here again. i'm three shits to the wind. its so nice to wet the bed and not care. turning matter into mush. i'm three shits to the
I listened to a lecture of nonsense 'til dawn By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on He said, "How did you ever dream up that song The one where the
Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe There's people always dying, trying to keep 'em alive His body's decomposing in containers
My friend you were the model, a priceless work of art Boys would fashion their emotions to the pattern of your heart And I heard you wrote that record
There's a skinny dog in a dirty parking lot And he doesn't bite but he begs And he knows what's true, so if you are he'll follow you If you're headed
Come on in, my weary friend the welcome here is endless These fears of yours like painted whores they will not stay the night If all your life, you've
It's not the road we used to know They tore some buildings down The traffic's like a pack of dogs There's fewer trees, windows, fleas Concrete on the
I won't blame the hurting on you You left in the sweetest way I won't say that it's you Making me feel this way It's the heart and the soul And the body
'Cause some things just, don't change It's better when they stay the same Although the whole world knows your name Some on the biggest days they came
Reasoning is wrong aside from anything that's rightly named Deniably insane, so lost, you're torn away Your sympathy is strange, it's so unlike you still
Someone said life is for the taking Here I am with my hand out Waiting for a ride I've been living on my great expectations What good is it when I'm
Did the best I could to make you mine If you ever felt anything for me Well, you never gave a sign Thought time would make you change Make you want me
Goodbye England's rose, may you ever grow in our hearts You were the grace that placed itself, where lives were torn apart You called out to our country
How many roads must a man walk down? Before they call him a man And how many seas must a white dove sail? Before she sleeps in the sand Now, how many
Outlaw running from the law But he's got nowhere to run to Big law he broke it and ran faster Than the lightning bolt Chasing down the golden sun Running
Winter winds they do blow cold, The time of year, it is chosen. Now the frost and fire, And now the sea is frozen. He who sleeps he does not see The
I see the shadows as they come to welcome the night Treading the time when I know I must turn out the light Here in the darkness I lie down to hurt once