To pay all their money and wade back again My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions Are they lost or are they found? Have they counted
to the brim with musty muskets and goldfish gauntlets, once worn by Henry Morgan. The lark awoke and doffed its plumed three cornered hat to its own
Kept in the guard of Mother Nature's womb Resting in the safety of their tomb Sheltered by six feet of soil and rock The spade is the key with which their
life still my own? When every step I take Leads me so far away Every thought should bring me closer home And there you stand Making my life possible Raise my
on life still my own? When every step I take Leads me so far away Every thought should bring me closer home There you stand making my life possible Raise my
reviled, the unrefined The no ones, the nobodies, the last in line I didn't vote for this state of affairs My emotional state's got me prostrate Fearing my
is everywhere My God, unshackle me My suffering grows with increase of my guilt Destroy devotion. Be at one with the earth I sink down into the clammy soil
return Vital signs that show I'm dead This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual Flesh becomes my only
to return Vital signs that show I'm dead This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual Flesh becomes my
I've lived in a dream Awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me In rapture, my mind is lured by my own knife To join this fragile being
you walked on rotten soil Welcome to the real world It's hard to take a stand but It's harder to take a fall Open the lid of your own casket Can you
Fu Manchu mustache Kind of stumbled on John's pocket full of American cash He said "Doin' a little funny business in Mexico Amigo" But all I could think about was savin my own
Fu Manchu mustache Kind of stumbled on John's Pocket full of American cash He said Doin a little funny business In Mexico Amigo But all I could think about Was savin my own
fresh For ninety-nine, you suckers High and Mighty, Mr. Eon, Mighty Mi Get your own shit, get your own shit man This my shit, I smoke my shit You smoke
no more i rule alone the rapids and the forest a hand so insatiable is ripping down my trees who dares cross the borders of my realm thus disturbing eternal
by my own dung The last day of the rest of my life Unable to endure excreta and manure Trapped in this toilet Can longer withstand my bowel remnants
my skin is dry So each morning I rub my face with oil And the fabric you see the grease could soil Can we speak a moment about the lining? After my