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The Doors Down S Highway

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother

s bumper on Bumper on, bumper horns honking Nobody's looking but everybody's talking It's another day on this highway I swear sometimes I can't tell Which way's up, which way's down

granted now She's tired of the chains She gives you clues, you're clueless Tell me why do you do this? You're so bored, she's out the door You'd never

' give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin' down Why they sellin' niggaz, CD's for under a dime? If it's

Rose of Sharon What's to be the ground that child walks upon? Will it be solid rock or shifting sand? Think I'll set him down on concrete highways We

If it's somebody else Don't tell me who, why, or What for Please Don't stand Outside of my door Chorus: I'm driftin' away Down a long dark highway I

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head

for thirty, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave. shoppin' when she not, coppin' bricks of that shit She hoppin' on dicks, ridin' Pony's who trick At my man's