"I'm Not Ashamed" We all make our plans, we all have our choices Try on different faces, talk in other voices I said a lot of things that never let me
't have the magnetism of a national hero I'm not desperate enough to Carry 'round a bomb in a bag And I hate to clean up behind my dog He's a pretty big
There's a place where all roads end A place where we can meet again If things begin to end I hope that I can make amends Hey kid there's nothing wrong
Down at the corner store Never busy any more He's in the back room talking pie In there all by himself Counting bugs up on the shelf Watching the window
I believe what I believe And hope that I am not decieved By little details I recieve For you know I never look twice Something far outside of me A part
gets people to do these things. Don: He just makes me sick when he changes into a monster. Phyllis: Why? Why does he make you sick? Don: Oh, can't you
Do you know how old he was when he died?] (No) [He was twenty-five] (No. no) [That's why I gotta come clean] (why?) [Because I'm already seventeen] Who
ahead For distance lends enchantment, and that is why All exiles are distinguished, more important, they're not dead I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay (Eva:) This is crazy defeatist talk Why
take it back like ? The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home and all I got in return was a dern country song This whole country wrong What would
day Still I wonder why we believe what they say Votes are what they want to summon, election?s over principals are gone and so are they, big campaign
it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong What
five... Nomiya maki-chan! Hello maki? Hello! Maki is that you? Yeees tis me! Maki! long time no see! Hi! maki here! Long time no see! Would you
(Krayzie Bone) That's right Krayzie Bone (Big Syke) Noble outlaw (Krayzie Bone) Hum, Big Syke (Big Syke) Mack 10 (Krayzie Bone) Y'all niggaz know what it is (Big
And she told the judge, I'd always been so good Then later through the fame she watched me blossom From just a local country singer to a great big star
broken glass and just lay there Singing, "Why me, oh, why me?" And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall And I say, "Why me, oh why me?" But
little kids, right) My girl got two big lips, taste like potato chips My girl got two big boobs just like two inter tubes My girl got two big hips just
dead 'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big
so many places Flown through vast empty spaces With stewardesses whose hands Look much older than their faces And I've tossed so many napkins Into that big