me, that its your Italian system Bound and gagged, and you're bound and gagged Now here's a quiet time and ------ Bound and gagged, and you're bound and gagged Now here
the day I'll make your day out of play doh, wait, give me a beat from eight-oh wait happened to your lips, you can't prove your telling the truth,
the light Like a phantomrider I'm dying tonight So dark and cold I drive alone Like a phantomrider Can't make it all on my own. Promises, I scratched so deep in your
I stay faded and stoned Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home Bullets got no name it's the dirty game Wannabe thugs drive by for
watching. wishing i'd stop quietly judging with my mouth open and hands on the switch, so when they stop the earth, who's ass will your head end up
watching wishing i'd stop quietly judging with my mouth open and hands on the switch so when they stop the earth who's ass will your head end up in
promised land Where I lounge wit' my homies and I'm freakin' my friend I gots the 6-shoota' down by my side, sittin' in the ride Pop it in drive, I'm
wall See my chariot run to your ships I'll drive you back to the sea You came her for gold the wall will not hold This day was promised to me The gods
See my chariot run to your ships I'll drive you back in the sea You came here for gold The wall will not hold This day was promised to me The Gods are
radio? Are you driving down a winding road? Are you alone in your new black car? The wind in your hair Alone in your new black car I imagine you there Driving your
way --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Somedays Somedays goes your way Your on a roll you can't explain And then it all goes down the drain Your cat is hit by a car The ATM eats your card Your
spokes it couldnt be saveed by John the Pope Money is the bible couldnt care bout a idol If youre goin for the title then its kinda suicidle 'cause youre
south of heaven Heading back to Santa Fe It's judgment day in Santa Fe Once I was promised absolution There's only one solution for my sins You gotta face your
up that social ladder Still care about your hair and the car you drive Doesn?t matter if you?re sixteen or thirty-five Reese Witherspoon, She?s the prom
with no machinery Your work your art so innovating Contraptions of new life To aid the thieves that killed the Lamb Stand here waiting Anxiously wanting more I promise
to go about Making your amends to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your
my god Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers Customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god {Hey girl, come on over here, check it out) Make your next move your
Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' (a-lookin' for Mavis) Oh, the Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe Now we've been every place between here and South