she night shake you to the ground. But her fire is still burning, And her heart is still yearning to be found. (Guitar Solo) Too many hands bein' laid on her Too
all about Lost - surrounded by a storm of doubt I - I make it so hard Hard enough to keep it up And I can't give in to what they want And I'm not gonna
How could you do this to me Don't get it twisted I need nothing from you So pack your bags and your Guitar Hero too They say that breaking up is a hard
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin'
When nothing else remains All I want is everything Am I asking too much? All I want is everything Like the feel of your touch But all I have are yesterdays Tomorrow never comes It's hard
much too late for that Somebody stole my guitar They took it from The back seat of my car I was sleeping in memphis In my hotel room And somebody stole my guitar
Nearly coulda happened bruv, look at me I shit not Little Elliot, rhymes for the hell-of-it If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell-a-bit I tried hard
we got is heartache and pain I can't catch my breath its getting harder to speak. You should be proud of me but you?re too insecure and vein. We should
man. I'm not kiddin' you (sniff). An' there was big ones too, an' there was little, and there was some goober ones that weren't even hard, man, you'd
he knows something About THE GREAT PLAN! How ULTIMATE BLANDNESS Must RULE and COMMAND He knows not a drop, Not a crumb, Not a whit, Of the reason for
Civic Auditorium December 11, 1980 FZ lead guitar & vocals Ike Willis rhythm guitar & vocals Ray White rhythm guitar & vocals Steve Vai rhythm guitar
Up-Date) from UMRK c. 1982-83 Ike Willis Thing-Fish voice, rhythm guitar? Steve Vai guitar FZ rhythm guitar? Tommy Mars keyboards Arthur Barrow bass
can go see that, I can see, I can understand showers. Don: Not, not nude showers. Phyllis: What you mean not nude showers? Don: It's gotta be a special
I said we're not sad kids just lucid ones eah Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone So much out there Still so much to see Time's too much to handle
and you can't get a job You're not goin' very far You're always ridin' With the teachers and the police This life is much too insane! When you, you gonna
Winter's weighin on your shoulders It's hangin around a little too long And I can see it in your eyes You've taken on a load that's just too strong Oh
He's at a place where money doesn't grow on trees And all his prison buddies doin' more than shoot the breeze How does it feel no money man Not too
since you've stopped wearing it I dislike you even more I've heard you've not played the guitar for fifteen years, soon Well it's hard, hard to play the guitar