in your pocket if your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks 'n take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it take
[bazie-j.darling-69 eyes] I saw her down smilin' there A sweet seducer w/ a dark black hair After the show she wants to know The place our band would
't exciting reciting the stories Of kind words turned hurting When routine gets boring Both getting tired of punk rock clubs And both playing in punk rock bands
, I'm gonna clean these veins again. So close to dying that I finally can start living. "Hi, we're back. This is Radio [beep] and we're here with Conor Oberst of the band
m the last real nigga alive Toast glass, Ill Will, the label get high Realize, how many classics I gave you Perhaps if you think back you'll realize that
on a tune, And it's the kind of song that someone wrote for lovers and a moon, And as the band begins to play it, with a shock I realize, That it's a
every move Til' I'm breathless, I'm helpless Can't keep my cool Steals my heart when he takes my hand And we dance, to the rhythm of the band I feel
come, uh . . . we're. . . FZ: That shit in the news . . . JCB: We're starving, man! This fucking band is starving! And we've been starving for three years. I realize
out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands
model, but I got caught up in the rumble We had ideas scribbled on walls, six years later, our destiny calls Living our lives, some of us in bands Touring
got the skill to go commando in any fatigues I got the best damn band in the music scene But I could also flow solo or just let it be because Of the love Oh the self realization
if you would turn up Maybe once or twice you'd pick the phone up Shout it to my heart to know you wont be true I keep hoping that I'll sober Maybe realize
In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make the band
lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't tryin to +Make a Band
got soul (Brothers and sisters) Listen if you're missing y'all Swinging while I'm singing Giving whatcha getting Knowing what I know While the whole bands
I do respect you hope you will respect me too Ready to go on with my life, know it's all me I realize it now, I control my life, I'm free Yeah, I realize
my heart That they don't realize I'm mad as hell at something That I don't understand Thank God I'm on the road tonight With this old hillbilly band.
