cold and gloom. Now I can't even stand to be in the same room. Your sight just sickens me. Your voice is painful to hear. How did we ever last a whole year
fly again Until when we both are ghosts I will miss you like a friend But they'll never take the good years There are some that never pass No, they'll never take the good years
be Oh darlin', oh darlin' I'm never gonna leave you. I never gonna leave Holdin' on, ten years gone Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone
riding a red line nowhere If it takes 40 years for the gun to be paid for If it takes 40 years, I'll put the money away If it takes 40 years to get the
and walked away As the door behind you closes The only thing I thought to say Was what a good year for the roses After three, four years of marriage
wherever his soul may go his words shall bring blood and honor... hunt down the unworthy and the traitors soon it will come the year of the crow... who
My father was a haystack man Always said, ?Son go a find what you can? He said, ?The guns get jammed up in the sand Don't let them try to fool you? I
Mama, mama don't look now, I'll say it when There's a red bus and it's comin' up along And I might recommend that when the protests are over You will
Did you get the invitation? The Swan song of a nation Everyone's waitin' for you inside We got soda pop and hickory stills Quinn the Eskimo in espadrilles
On behalf of the resistance And all of our existence The wanted man The conquered man We know not of your borders But you push us to your corners This
It was a ruff night, turned into years in an unknown land Just a grudge fight, cooked up by the DC suites on hand We had a hard time but we tried to understand
As with gladness men of old did the shining world behold And took us down to the water's edge Said if we are not, careful with what we do We will reach
Dear Mr. Omar Bay Heard the news that you left today You still countin' all them taxicabs They takin' you back to the time you have left? Do you well
Redefining abuse in shades of gray Torture advocate Got his dick up in a chicken hawk Life is what he'll get War president is a criminal Still the years
Downwind there is a comin' A rumble in the sand, it sets our feet to runnin' For the fear of the faceless man And for the fear of the faceless man But
Come all the unfortunates Come on with your throwaway youth They say it's written for you No matter what you do 'Cause you see somethin' happened up
Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area, it's okay In the city said, he cut a cord of wood No bigger
In the park there's a wicker made plane That crashed down just the other day The pilot had lost his way, got disoriented And crash landed in the middle