remnants from a burned out scene Trying to recover from the years between What they didn't want then is what they think they want now Down the road, down the road
by the side of the road With the lorries rolling by Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load And the building scrapes the sky Cold wind ripping down
Yeah.. ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier This is the ballad of a dead soldier Come play the ballad of a dead soldier.. [2
Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz [Chorus: sung] Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road
If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday So you walk that way, I'll walk
(feat. Emmylou Harris) If you walk away, I?ll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don?t want to risk our paths crossing some day So you
If you walk away, I'll walk away First tell me which road you will take I don't want to risk our paths crossing some day So you walk that way, I'll walk
down on me I'm tearing down your balcony No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to Relapse the last album he'
Who lives in a well by the side of the road Wake up, girl! We're almost home Sun, sun, sun Burn, burn, burn Soon, soon, soon Moon, moon, moon I will
we need.... [CHORUS 2x] The last little piggy, his house is made of gold He lives in a mansion on his own private road I started walking down it- the
thing" [Chorus (1x)] Come see the show, big top show Walk in and hang with the dead carnival Dead carny carnies, dead juggalos Walk in and hang with the dead
pork rinds [Chorus (2x)] [Violent J] The last little piggy, his house is made of gold He lives in a mansion on his own private road I started walking down
Jenny was gone And the moon blooms All shining As we dragged our panic Up and down the riverbed Sweating wild and weird In our Sunday clothes Jenny was
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight
lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down
